Yep, my brain went there.

I and a co-worker were out in front of the building and watched a male urbanite youth walk down the sidewalk.
Freshly steam-ironed hat brim? Check. Wife beater? Check. Phone in ear talking jibberish and not paying the least little bit of attention to traffic? Check. Pants down to his buttcrack with underwear hanging out? Check. Untied shoes? Check.

So, I started thinking the things I always think when I see such stupidity. "What an idiot. He should be in someone's yard holding a lantern, etc, etc."
Then my brain decided that a left turn without a signal was in order.
"We need a gay serial rapist that preys on these dumbasses. That'll get 'em to pull up their pants."