I hate walking. I always keep thinking of all the ways I could be better spending my time. Which means that I get annoyed easily when I do have to walk somewhere – especially when I’m in a hurry. So why is it that whenever I’m in a hurry to get somewhere, I get stuck behind a group of slow walkers? You know the ones, they walk next to each other and take up the whole footpath (“sidewalk”), so your attempts to get around them prove futile. And if you veer left, they veer left too. So you go right… and THEY move right! Finally when you make your break (often by risking life and limb and walking along the road instead), they give you that look that says, “What’s his hurry?”
And recently I’ve been noticing a surge of non-lookers too. Instead of keeping their eyes on where they’re walking, they’ve got their head turned to say goodbye to the nanny and their kids. Stopping and saying goodbye seems not to occur to these people. Perhaps it’s just that I’m wearing a nice cologne, but it seems that no matter how hard I try to avoid them, they follow me like smoke follows the guy holding the tongs at a barbie.
Maybe I just whinge too much.