Move, you momos

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This entry was published at least two years ago (originally posted on July 15, 2003). Since that time the information may have become outdated or my beliefs may have changed (in general, assume a more open and liberal current viewpoint). A fuller disclaimer is available.

To the group of yuppies walking down 8^th^ Ave., between Pike and Seneca, while I was walking up.

There’s eight of you, all grouped together in your power suits and nametags, on your way to or from whatever conference you’re at. Eight, stretched across the entire width of the sidewalk.

Meanwhile, there’s only one of me. And a fairly skinny me, at that. I don’t take up much space.

So why do none of you move enough to let me by? It doesn’t do any good for me to move to one side or the other, I’m still faced with a wall of corporate momos that I can’t get past. Would it kill you to leave a little space for people walking the other direction?

So that’s why I stopped dead in my tracks and watched you all. Not stalking, not trying to be threatening or obnoxious, as your puzzled looks when I stopped seem to imply. Merely waiting for you to get your little group out of my way so I could get home.

Gr.

5 thoughts on “Move, you momos”

  1. I think you should expand upon this post a little more and then send it into ‘I, anonymous’ at the stranger.

    People should be informed of sidewalk ettiquette!

    Is this the first time you have used the word ‘Momo’ in a post? I love that coveted slang – do you know anyone who uses that word that didn’t live in Alaska at some point? (Other than the Simpsons episode…)

  3. (grins) Not knowing “momo” has nothing to do with age — I’ve had to explain it to quite a few people. It’s something of a personal word of mine, actually.

    Basically, it’s a generic not-too-terribly derrogative ephitet. Along the same lines as Bugs Bunny’s “maroon” rather than “moron”.

    No idea when I started using it or where it came from, but it’s been in my vocabulary for quite a while now. And so far, I’ve yet to meet anyone else who uses it — or, at the very least, who used it before hearing me spout off at some point.

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