The ice and snow bank situation in Boston is making for some awkward sidewalk strolling. I myself have never been a fan of single file walking, as I am rather impatient and prefer to travel in multiple lanes, with the option to pass. For the broad traveling on foot, wintertime all but eliminates this alternative.
Last night I was headed toward the T Station behind a woman and her companion. Both were crawling forward at a snail's pace, the woman unhurriedly puffing away on a cigarette while telling a story. What with the snowbanks bordering either side of the icy, cobblestoned pathway, I knew there was no way to successfully pass the sluggish duo without looking like a total asshole and/or falling on my face.
As vexing as it was, I resigned myself to shuffling forward half an inch at a time, when I suddenly heard giggling. There was a line behind us now! A veritable parade! The laughter was coming from a lady behind me, and when we made eye contact she blurted out, "It's like a funeral procession!"
What do you know, a kindred spirit. Right in the middle of Government Center. xoxo
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