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.