At 2 am when the Nyquil was having the opposite of its desired (and advertised and previously experienced) effect, I had all kinds of great ideas to write about. But now it’s daytime and I don’t remember any of them. So you get a pathetic rant about sidewalks.
It doesn’t really bother me that three free daily news”pamphlets” have made their debut in the past two weeks in Vancouver. At least, I am trying not to let it bother me that I used to ejoy a 15 minute walk to work when I didn’t have to talk to anybody but now I have to say “no thank you” nonstop to the people pointing papers at me at every street corner and trolling the streets with their ball-caps and fleece vests, thrusting, pushing, offering. I can suck it up. Having returned recently from Mexico, I am still in the habit of politely refusing anything offered to me unless it is alcohol or food. Plus, I live in a city, therefore ambulances wake me at night, people ask me for change a lot and now, people offer me trashy newspapers every day, every 20 feet, even if I give them the evil eye and the squirrel scowl.
No, no but what really gets my goat is all of the above PLUS now the people who were already challenged by sidewalk etiquette are attempting to read their free papers, talk on their cell phones, drink their coffees and walk down the street all at the same time. Something’s gotta give and it isn’t the coffee.
As a co-worker pointed out: I do not own the sidewalk. However, you people – and you know who you are – with the sudden stopping to re-read that paragraph, the charging right at me then looking up at the last minute, seeing me, faking left – then right! – then left! – and worst of all, the sheepy meandering from one side of the sidewalk to the other are going to get such a kick in the head. And I mean some kicking. With some boots.
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