I remember when I was a student there. We were trying to help an old lady cross the street. She had a walker, and she stumbled on more than one occasion, so it took a good 5 minutes or so, which backed up traffic. Wouldn't you know who was in the lead car, but good old Joe! Such a great man. He ran up to us just cussing up a storm, telling us to get the fuck out of his way...that he'd run us all the fuck over and get away with it. Ha! That was rascally old Joe....God love him. Always playing around. As he got back in his car and slammed on the gas, before we had made it fully across the street....we all just smiled and waved as we dove for safety. We knew our lives had been made better by just seeing his boney middle finger.
Ahhhhh, Joe. We miss you!