A few km further along, on the Gardiner around Kipling Avenue, I see a car weaving in its lane.
Not crossing over the lane markings, but nearly so.
In the centre lane, needless to say.
As I pass him on the right, I glance into the car to see if I can tell whether he appears drunk.
The tell-tale glow of a cell phone is all I need to see.
Oh, boo hoo...