Trying to walk down the street, through the
mall, down the aisle in the grocery store and having to stop and manoeuvre my
way through this slow mess of traffic really winds me up. I’m not even just
talking about the elderly who are unable to engage the thrusters. I’m talking
about people my age who just wander about with their head in the clouds as if
they’re lost. Surely there is some purpose for you to be here? There is
something you want, yes? That’s why you’re in a store, correct? Surely there are better settings for an aimless
walk? Because I know you’re not here
for exercise, slow as you’re going you’re probably getting more unfit. And the ones on the sidewalk, I can kind of understand
it. It’s a nice change of scenery, you’re out to soak it all in. But what about
just shifting up a couple of gears and burning a few calories while you’re out?
Two birds, people!
This
peeve escalates when the single slow walker becomes a group. And even more when
this group travels in a straight line taking up the entire aisle or sidewalk.
Is it intentional? Is this some kind of game you go out and play to frustrate
others? Or are you like a school of fish, just unable to leave each other’s
sides?
This
gets exponentially worse when it translates to your golf game. You can’t play
bad, play slow, and walk slow! What
is that about!? It’s Sunday! There’s obviously people behind you that want to
get a sweet 18 in and you’ve ruined it by the third hole.
There
are some remote places where slow walking is accepted; around in circles in
your ward at the funny farm, from the shore deeper and deeper into the ocean,
off a cliff, or even through traffic.
Happy
walking!