I hope you get hit by a car. Or a bike. Or a giant toddler.

So, I know I've been neglecting this blog for a while (and who am I kidding--no one reads this anyway) but I witnessed something yesterday that so enraged me that I felt compelled to put it out into cyberspace.

Since I moved to Toronto, I have really begun to like it. Normally, people aren't too horrible, are usually pleasant and whenever I see tourists, I always try to give them a helping hand because, let's face it, the world at large hates Toronto.

Apparently, there's sometimes a good reason for this.

I'll just preface this story by saying this all happened in the span of about three seconds, so I suppose it's possible that things didn't go down exactly like this, but this is what I saw:

Yesterday I was walking along a busy downtown street, and saw a woman with a little boy (probably about two, and a very small two) loading stuff into a cab. The woman was on the street side of the cab and had the boy waiting on the sidewalk, but would look up every few seconds.

Suddenly, this little boy jets out onto the street and runs full on towards traffic. A girl coming towards them on her bike sees him and veers her bike towards them to get the mom's attention and to try to block traffic from hitting this kid (who probably didn't come up past the license plate on a car).

A driver behind the bike girl has to, of course, slam on his brakes to keep from hitting her and the kid. This douchebag driver then proceeded to honk his horn and yell at the biker to get out of his way. I also don't meet a knee-jerk reaction to having to brake suddenly; this guy totally laid on the horn and was motioning and gesturing like a lunatic.

The girl carried on her way and the woman shoved the kid into the back of the cab, and I left seriously disappointed in the actions of this fellow Torontonian.

No wonder the whole world hates us.