Slow walkers. You know the type. They’re just meandering. Like they’re on a nature hike through downtown Manhattan. This is a sidewalk! There’s a pace! There’s an unspoken rhythm to urban navigation! You’re in a single-file line of humanity, and suddenly someone decides to admire a pigeon. A pigeon! It’s a flying rat! What’s to admire? And then you’re stuck behind them, doing the ‘sidewalk shuffle,’ trying to subtly hint, ‘Hey, buddy, there’s a world happening out here!’ It’s a traffic jam of the pedestrian kind! I’ve got places to be! Important places! Like the deli!
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