You.
Yes, you there. You, zigzagging gormlessly back and forth along the Bloor St. sidewalk, Holt Renfrew bag dangling capriciously from a well-manicured hand.
Get the fuck out of my way.
You've obviously been able to expend enough brainpower to buy $300 "casual" shoes (or did you just marry the money, honey?), so picking one side of the sidewalk to stroll on shouldn't be that radical a concept for you. I'm carrying a bookbag heavy enough to kill a moose with, and I'm not afraid to use it.
Yes, that's better. Thank you.
Have a nice day.