tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387588.post113873045648566173..comments2023-10-18T03:53:59.377-04:00Comments on The Last Debate: Rules of the RoadAndyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13524483460829802534noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387588.post-1140042155611738332006-02-15T17:22:00.000-05:002006-02-15T17:22:00.000-05:00I know it's late for this, but I owe a school pape...I know it's late for this, but I owe a school paper article to this post.tullyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01197709180292694356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387588.post-1138891099728431052006-02-02T09:38:00.000-05:002006-02-02T09:38:00.000-05:00*grins*I can feel for you there Andy. It's the sam...*grins*<BR/><BR/>I can feel for you there Andy. It's the same here during rush hours in the morning, lunch and evenings. They do all the things that you say they do. Including the "stop at the top of the escalator" and shooting that dirty look. That's Singapore during such hours at neighbourhood shopping centres, the central business district and town.<BR/><BR/>Didn't try what you said but I used my own version, "Scram, bitch coming through." Works too. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387588.post-1138840553715190832006-02-01T19:35:00.000-05:002006-02-01T19:35:00.000-05:00Here in America we have people who can walk three-...Here in America we have people who can walk three-abreast all by themselves.<BR/><BR/>And yes, KH, I have actually shouted "Homosexual coming through!" I'm serious, it works great!Andyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13524483460829802534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387588.post-1138838786048878072006-02-01T19:06:00.000-05:002006-02-01T19:06:00.000-05:00You set me off on a tangent of my own, Andy!My fat...You set me off on a <A HREF="http://faux-pretentious.blogspot.com/2006/02/sheep.html" REL="nofollow">tangent</A> of my own, Andy!<BR/><BR/>My father had a line about never walking more that two abreast on a pavement. I didn't quite get it at the time, but now I agree wholeheartedly.Anthonyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15439198962677229023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387588.post-1138805013841270622006-02-01T09:43:00.000-05:002006-02-01T09:43:00.000-05:00Ditto. I'm glad to hear I'm not the only one who ...Ditto. I'm glad to hear I'm not the only one who thought that sidewalk choreography was all that difficult to comprehend and was continuously flabbergasted by those who failed to grasp its basic concepts. Now that I'm back in the suburbs and driving again, I have similar problems with drivers. The point of the freeway game is to drive in the lane farthest to the right that is going at the speed you want! I go crazy when someone veers all the way into the far left lane and then putters along at 5 miles under the speed limit. What are you thinking?!?! I almost never drive in the "fast" lane unless it is to get around someone slower. Walking, driving, its all the same, just be aware of people around you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387588.post-1138762170352710012006-01-31T21:49:00.000-05:002006-01-31T21:49:00.000-05:00Oh I remember this all too well (left NYC about 6 ...Oh I remember this all too well (left NYC about 6 years ago) I used to refer to the "drifters" as the "weavers" but the ones I hated the most were the ones who would just stop right in the middle of the sidewalk...just stop there as if they owned it. A close second were the ones who came out of a store/building and just moved without looking in both directions. This is one of the things I DON'T miss about NY.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387588.post-1138749948363640702006-01-31T18:25:00.000-05:002006-01-31T18:25:00.000-05:00have you ever really shouted "homosexual coming th...have you ever really shouted "homosexual coming through"?<BR/><BR/>-khAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387588.post-1138748248375246072006-01-31T17:57:00.000-05:002006-01-31T17:57:00.000-05:00Thank goodness I don't live in Manhattan, but I ca...Thank goodness I don't live in Manhattan, but I can sympathize as I walk through the halls of school every day. There is always that group of girls that creates a human chain across the hallway through which no individual who just needs to get to class.tullyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01197709180292694356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387588.post-1138748204209513892006-01-31T17:56:00.000-05:002006-01-31T17:56:00.000-05:00Amen, especially about the "drifters."I am also a ...Amen, especially about the "drifters."<BR/><BR/>I am also a Type-A sidewalk person and hated those narrow sidewalks when I lived down in the Financial District. But now I live on W 8th St; i.e. the shoe-store-street, where people constantly stop to look at window displays and impede the flow of sidewalk traffic.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387588.post-1138741233935096442006-01-31T16:00:00.000-05:002006-01-31T16:00:00.000-05:00I totally know what you mean. I hate it when I ge...I totally know what you mean. I hate it when I get stuck behind those people who switch sides constantly so that you cannot pass them. I have come up with similar rules for walking in my spare time. However, I do have an addendum. Sometimes it's hilarious to walk down the left side of a path or sidewalk (not a busy one) and watch what people do. I've seen people squish themselves against walls because they are so used to walking on their own right that they can't just move to the left to keep from hitting me.Estherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04892778181543416624noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387588.post-1138739032593934792006-01-31T15:23:00.000-05:002006-01-31T15:23:00.000-05:00Oh, I like you ... Finally someone who agrees wit...Oh, I like you ... Finally someone who agrees with me about the horrors of negociating your way through hoardes of people. It's like an obstacle course in perpetual motion.<BR/><BR/>I abhor crowds.Anthonyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15439198962677229023noreply@blogger.com