Encountered on the way home from work last Monday evening, starting at about 120 yards or so away:
(In a loud, querulous voice) "RANT BLAH BLAHBLAH BIKES RANTRANT BLAH BLAHBLAHBLAH RANTRANT RANT RANT..."
(and, at 10 feet away, with a look that would have killed Gandhi) "buncha SH*T!"
I can only guess that this person disliked the creeping presence of bicycles, sharrows, and lanes in the city he deemed his own racetrack -- funny, 'cause he was WALKING in the snow.
This just seemed the place to drop this little life-experience fart...........