Funniest thing I ever saw while commuting: riding along in a bike lane (Harvard Avenue in Brookline, for anyone familiar with the Boston area), came to an intersection (Beacon Street, if anyone cares). Dude wearing business attire minus jacket and riding a motorcycle passes me in the intersection, then swerves into the bike lane and proceeds to filter in between a line of stopped cars and a cab stand (in front of the Booksmith, if anyone cares). Trundling along behind him, and with a very good idea of the most likely reason why the cars were stopped, I had a ringside seat when he filtered himself right into the crosswalk at the head of the line of stopped cars and nearly took out a pedestrian, who dodged enough to avert a crash but fell as a result. Numbnuts dropped the bike, which lay on its side in the bike lane going hah-hah-hah-hah and leaking gas all over the street as the pedestrian picked himself and his possessions up, pointed to the line of stopped cars and the crosswalk, and asked Numbnuts wtf he thought he was doing. Pedestrian went on his way and Numbnuts looked at me as if I had the answer to some question that was eluding him (27th digit of pi? Location of the Holy Grail? Meaning of life?), and I said, in an annoyingly Miss-Connie-from-Romper-Room tone of voice, "Pick up your bike...and go on your way."

And he did. Still in the bike lane.