Practice, practice, practice...

I was walking down the street yesterday, past a group of men working, when a car pulled up beside us. The driver, apparently lost, rolled down the window and yelled to the group of men, "Yo! How do you get to Rikers?"

I thought to myself, "I'm pretty sure you need to kill someone."

Sometimes it's fun to be a smartass, and sometimes it's probably wise to hold your tongue and let other people give directions to the man on his way to prison.