Transformers 3 Dark Of The Moon Video Game Trailer

It just happened again. I'm driving across town, and, lo and behold, some teenage kid walking down the sidewalk takes a ninety-degree turn and ventures into the open street. He dilly-dallies across my lane, totally clueless that I'm heading straight toward him going 25 mph (actually 35 mph, but let's say 25 for the purpose of this public disclosure). I hit the brakes and screech to a stop to avoid hitting him. The kid finishes ambling over the dotted white line, across the opposite lane, and onto the sidewalk on the other side. I'm vexed. At no point did he turn his head, flinch, or acknowledge my car to the slightest degree. He appeared to have a functional set of all five senses--although one of them, of course, his hearing, was not fully available due to the obstruction of iPod ear-bud headphones stuck into his ear holes. Otherwise, though, he was in full-on analog mode--neither texting on his cell phone, surfing the web, nor watching an "extreme" YouTube video of a dog sitting in a corner eating Cheetos at someone's wedding reception.No, this kid should have heard something--especially when I honked my horn for the thirteenth time; when the hot, polluted air my car was pushing ahead of its grill blew into him (right before he and the grill almost collided); and when his peripheral vision just had to, at some point, register that my car and I were in his personal space. And all this happened within the optimal,