Honk. Honk. HOOOOONK.
Sirens, sirens, more sirens.
It sounds like we've been transported to a war zone. Our wonderfully livable downtown Vancouver is now a battle ground.
Canadians generally feel it's rather rude to honk their car horns. A brief tap if someone is sitting at a light that went green several seconds ago is about as much as we venture to do.
But it's Christmas. So damn the politeness, honk the horn. Forget counting to 10 before getting angry. Get into that car with the intention of beating everyone to wherever they are going. Shop, shop, shop until you've bloodied at least one nose getting what you want. Grab whatever you can reach because you can, whether you want it or not. Hit as many other people with your bags as you can reach.
'Tis the season... to be nasty... it will be over soon, we bloody well hope.
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