Once again, we reach our tentative fingers toward the weekend in search of meaning, truth, and affordable snackage.
Because I don’t work on Fridays, thus rendering my Thursdays virtual Fridays, I have consulted my iPod during the morning commute to determine what lies ahead.
As my grandmother said, It couldn’t hurt.
House of Bamboo by Southern Culture on the Skids
Temptation by Tom Waits
That Kind of Man by The Heavy*
Respect Yourself by The Staple Singers
Freedom by Ritchie Havens
Jesus Left Chicago by ZZ Top
So Fresh and So Clean by Outkast
Geez. The more I look at this list, the more of a pervert I realize I am.
Moving on, then!
Have you been to Minneapolis? It has a vibrant, lively downtown. Not only do people work downtown, they live there as well; and over the lunch hour people are sitting on benches, jogging, walking dogs, playing the trumpet (badly) for “spare change” and representing a large contingency of the terminally transient, holding home-made cardboard signs asking for change and mercy.
Sometimes they get it. And sometimes they don’t.
But that’s not what this is about.
This is about foot traffic right-of-way – whether in the skyways or on the sidewalks. This is about locomotion, people, about movement from one area to another.
Even on a sidewalk, we tend to walk on the right. We drive on the right, after all, and in school were encouraged to walk on the right in the halls and in the stairwells.
But not everyone walks on the right.
Some of our more confrontational brothers and sisters walk on the left, in a head-long, there-may-be-a-collision course with the rest of us.
More often than not, we step aside, the Many parting to allow the Few to continue on their miscreant way.
And one of these days, I’m not going to do it.
And one of these days, there will be a headline reading “Area Woman Trampled by Morons Intent on Bucking Societal Codes of Conduct”.
Or perhaps just “SPLAT! Local Smart Ass Gets What She Deserves”.
It’s all in how you look at it, I suppose. Still, if you saw that everyone going in this direction was on this side of the sidewalk and everyone going in that direction was on that side of the sidewalk, why wouldn’t you conform to the traffic?
Why won’t anyone think of the traffic?!
* Receiving Pearl’s “Sweeet!” stamp of funky approval.
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