posted Thu, 15 Nov 2007
I’m walking on the sidewalk, on the right side, which also happens to be the street side. A little old man wearing an Aeropostale sweatshirt and carrying a bag approaches. When he sees me, he moves to my side of the sidewalk, which annoys me greatly, as isn’t the rule walk on the right? But he refuses to yield, so at the last second, I swerve left.
As we pass, he smiles and says something. I remove my earpieces.
Me: Pardon me?
Him: You the lady! You supposed to be on the inside!
Oh. Right. Manners.
The end of the line
11 months ago