From the essay:
“When I later drove to claim my fish at the sushi restaurant, I first tried to park in the lot beside Northampton Brewery, and as I turned right into the lot, a group of four middle-aged women was about to cross the street from the left. I saw the women and eased into the lot by what I considered a wide berth, but one of them, likely buzzed from the brewery, shouted at me as she and her friends passed behind. From inside my car, windows up, it was all just syllables to me, but the message was that I should have stopped and cheerfully waved them on. Her friends smiled, embarrassed, though maybe they felt as entitled as she did, maybe they’d just toasted a couple rounds of Mean Green IPAs to celebrate the completion of their treatise, In Defense of Pedestrianism.”
Thanks to The Weeklings for putting this out!
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From this same series of essays:
- All Our Pretty Songs
- The BP Oil Spill of Fashion
Published on June 25, 2013 11:38