carjacks and farmers

I love quaint little roads made entirely of brick. Next time I drive to Orlando for work I just may take a picture to post on here. I was driving down a little, old, dirty alley way-- the kind you might be afraid to slow down to a walking speed on, because someone might just hop onto your car and hitch a ride. It was all brick, as many of the side streets downtown are. I almost stopped, just to admire its quaintness, even with the threat of being car-jacked while driving. It's the little things.

I will depart with a joke from 30 Rock (genius show):
--Why are you wearing a tux, then?
--It's after 6. What am I, a farmer?