A couple days ago, walking to my car (which is not a joke; I walk about forty minutes a day to and from my parking spot. Dear Lord have mercy.), I heard the sound of something rolling behind me. It sounded like someone on a skateboard or rollerblades or scooter. For those who think rollerblades are extinct, I saw someone on a pair yesterday. He didn’t look too cool but he was traveling faster than 98.37% of the people around him so I won’t knock him. Anyway.
I heard it behind me for some time so I wanted to excuse myself from the sidewalk a bit so he/she could go right on ahead on his/her jolly way. I began to walk on the edge of the curve almost falling off onto the asphalt to avoid the trees adorning Commonwealth Ave. I know I looked a fool but hey, skateboard/rollerblade/scooter-er, it was for you.
I don’t notice it til later but the guy/girl behind me is sure taking a long to pass me up. Whatever. Finally,
huffing and puffing
with a rolling backpack
earnestly passes me.
And I see, not just hear where the sound came from.
I know I didn’t just know I looked like a fool. I was a fool. Hahaha. Thought that was so funny to me for some reason. He musta thought I was weird, choosing to needlessly trip over myself so he, who was walking just as fast as I was, could pass me up.