#134 - You're my wonderwall (of traffic control)

At the top of Polish Hill, stuck at the redlight about to cross (Take!) Bigelow, and the two 20 something vaguely broish dudes in the inauspicious civic in front of me start simultaneously crooning 'Wonderwall' by Oasis. Just before the second verse hits they both begin bitching about the length of the redlight in perfect synchronicity. The light turns green, the resume singing, then speed of into the distance.