No shoes, no shirt, no service. No shit.

This is the problem with not having toll roads. It allows any jackass from Kent to find their way to civilization. The result? This shirtless eyesore stuck in the far-too-close-for-comfort lane next to me on the520. Let me tell ya, buddy, while it’s perfectly acceptable for you to ride topless in your own driveway, you simply -cannot- release your man titties upon Friday evening commuters. Unacceptable. As for the fine, I’ll let the WSP issue that – since you were looking to make a cut to cheat your way down the carpool lane. They were waiting at the last exit – HAHAHA!