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I hate it when people stand in the middle of crowded walkways...

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message 1: by Christine (new)

Christine (ebnerlake) ...and have a conversation. I mean, really? There's no where else for you to go? You don't see the people streaming around you giving you dirty looks? I want to push them. Sometimes I do.


message 2: by Sarah (new)

Sarah (songgirl7) No, the worst are tourists in Times Square. They stop on the sidewalk to gawk up at the buildings and billboards and to look at their maps. OK, if you have to look at a map, walk up to the side against the buildings so people can get around you!!

Look, there's a difference between NYC visitors and NYC tourists, you know?


message 3: by Joanie (new)

Joanie Kind of like families of six who stroll through the mall side by side and don't move for anything, even when I try to run them down with my full size stroller because I just need to get one freakin thing but I have to go from one end of the mall to the other because there are only two elevators in the whole place! People probably hate me and my big stroller, but I don't care, I hate them more!


message 4: by Sally (new)

Sally (mrsnolte) | -1 comments I hate it when people with strollers try to mow down my group of six. We spread out like that just to block you. I also hate it when strollers save room for 18 family members in lines like Space Mountain at Disneyland.


message 5: by Kirk (new)

Kirk Sam's Club and Costco are notorious for this, too---shoppers will stand in the middle of an aisle just to take in the splendor of that 54-pack of toilet paper...


message 6: by Sarah (new)

Sarah (songgirl7) I have panic attacks at Costco. No, seriously. I'm so afraid that someone's going to run me over with their massive cart because they aren't paying attention. It's the worst in the back where the meat and frozen foods are.


message 7: by Kirk (new)

Kirk My anxiety about these places (aside from the Chinese fire drills in the aisles) is that if the free food samples run out people will turn and eat me---literally. I've seen some people scarf so much while shopping they've had to run and find the 12-case box of Pepto-Bismol.


message 8: by Jamie (new)

Jamie Felton (jamiefelton) Me too. And I work in a place where this happens daily. It fucking sucks. People are just in their own universe where they can walk really slowly through a crowded room talking on their cellphones because nobody else matters.


message 9: by Sarah (new)

Sarah (songgirl7) A man nearly ran me over with his cart TWICE in the grocery store today. My husband confirms it, so it's not just me being paranoid.


message 10: by Tracy (new)

Tracy what really irks me are the slow walkers who somehow manage to take up 3 times the amount of sidewalk they physically exist in. because, first of all, don't you have someplace to be? i mean really, if it's 1145 on a monday, i'm pretty sure you probably have something you should be doing besides strolling around downtown in a manner far more suited to an english garden. also, how do you have enough energy to walk THAT slowly? it takes some real concentration to stroll so deliberately, as though you're filming a scene in some sitcom where the set is only a block long but you have to film 15 minutes of conversation. and how the hell do you and your one friend manage to fill the entire sidewalk, to the point where i have to walk in the street in order to pass you (and of couse, you still give me dirty looks when i do so, even though i went out of my way to get around you, thus, inconveniencing you not even a little bit).

and of course, i'm not actually refering to anyone who will read this, but this is the dialogue that goes on in my head when i walk to lunch everyday. at least tourists and people with strollers have a good excuse.


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