It started out as a nagging impatience, a silent prodding of “move, move, move.” It quickly grew into visible frustration. My pace has quickened and I’ve started walking like a BMW driver, weaving in and out of people, cutting people off, and even swerving into oncoming traffic just to pass someone. I use to cup my lit cigareete, now I wield it like a lightsaber. I am clearly developing sidewalk rage.
I’ve even rationalized it. Who stops in the middle of the sidewalk to text a reply? That’s like changing a flat tire in the middle of the highway. Please for your safety and the safety of others, pull over. I completely understand the overheard woman shouting, “people walking around in New York like they got no place to be!”
This is New York, people. We’re all supposed to be in a hurry and we’re supposed to look good while we do it. Get with it or get back to Queens.
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