Walking is transportation in New York, your feet are cars, a bus, a train- and guess what? We human transporters also get these elevated “mini streets” to walk/drive down, they’re called sidewalks.
Now here is where I think we forget this very simple metaphor:
3, 4, 5 best friend cars don’t drive next to each in one lane on a two way street- you know what that causes? Death. Or a really beat up metal exterior.
So when you’re walking with your besties down a shared sidewalk with pedestrians walking to and fro, and you don’t want a shoulder banging into your “I’m so cool, i wear my shirts hanging off my shoulder and cut off shorts like this outfit wasn’t happening a decade ago” shoulder, then file TEMPORARILY into a single line. Can you not talk to the back of your bfb’s head? Is that too antisocial for you overly social-networkers?
We really did learn everything about life in school.
I don’t want to be an asshole. We’ve gone over this many, many times on this blog…but the simple fact that we’ve had to go over how I don’t want to be that asshole makes me think I HAVE TO BE THAT ASSHOLE.
What fear do I have? With my luck, I’ll bang into the one innocent person and end up looking like a real life asshole, not on who is playing one in her head movie.
Ugh… it would be so much easier if we could all just have manners for an accumulated 5 minutes per day- imagine all the nasty things strangers wouldn’t think of you!
I was just wondering…. Do I have to be an asshole?