Slow moving people
I know it sounds utterly petty, but one of my biggest pet hates is people who walk incredibly slowly down major streets in the middle of the city. These particular people seem to love to do this the most when it’s, oh, about two minutes to 9, which is when I, like many other poor office workers, am dashing madly from the train station in order to get to work on time. Now, while I’m all very happy for these people who don’t have to go to work—I’m sure they’ll have a lovely leisurely morning, and get to sip away at their lattes over discussions of all sorts of interesting things, chained to my desk, certainly won’t have the opportunity to talk about—the fact the remains that majority of us have somewhere to be at 9am, and frankly, it’s rather selfish to block up an entire street with a slow, ambling walk. Of course, it would be fine if there were only a few of these individuals—I’ve become quite good at ducking and weaving through pedestrian traffic over the years. But, of course, this isn’t the case. There’s always a whole horde of slow-moving people. Often traveling together, arm-in-arm, as though they’re deliberately trying to keep us from getting through. While, you know, I would endeavor to duck beneath their arms, slow-moving people also have a backup plan to prevent this: ridiculously large bags. As nimble as I might be, it is impossible to move past a ten-strong collective of dawdlers who are all sporting handbags or those ’green’ recyclable bags that seem to contain the entire contents of their house. So, slow-moving people of the world, please hear my plea. If you must walk slowly whilst the rest of us dash past on our way to work, please keep to one side of the footpath, and keep your bags somewhere where they won’t inadvertently knock us unconscious. And please, please, go for your morning stroll at a slightly less frantic time of the morning!
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