Hi, I’d like to stop you and ask…
December 12, 2006 10:58 pmToday I was running a bit late for a meeting across campus so was walking at my top speed between buildings (conveniently located at opposite diagonal corners of the campus). Those who have seen me walking at “normal” speed can probably imagine the pace I was setting - to keep up most people would have to break into a jog.
Whilst heading toward one building I noted two people loitering near the path I was going to take. They seemed to be talking to one another and there was nobody else around for 40 metres in any direction. As I approached they glanced up at me, as would be expected, since there were no other people to look at and - let’s face it - I’m eye candy…*grin*
As I approached one of the pair broke off the conversation and stepped into the path. She was a few metres in front of me but I was covering the ground quickly and was going to now bump into her if she remained where she was standing. She began to ask me if I wanted to donate to something - some sort of charity I am assuming since I didn’t slow down long enough to hear the end of the sentence. I growled back at her to get out of my way and only then did it seem to occur to her that she had stepped in front of a person moving at high speed and with little apparent inclination to veer from the intended path.
I was literally about to crash into her when she lurched to the side to avoid being run over and as I passed her by she made a comment to the effect that she could see I was in a hurry. If only she, like so many people in this world, realised that a bit earlier she’d have avoided becoming my SPOTD.
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One Response to “Hi, I'd like to stop you and ask...”
Many years ago when I was not such a creaky old man I put in a joke nomination to be the University student union president. One of my campaign promises was to install mirrors around the outside of the campus so people could check their foreheads for messages like “STOP ME BECAUSE I AM IN A HURRY” which seemed to be visible to charity seekers and church organisation representatives. My theory was that there must have been messages written on my forehead because every time I was running late some idiot would stop me to ask for something whereas they never seemed to bother the people strolling about with no place to be.
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