We've all been there.
It's usually easy walking down a sidewalk or in a hallway. Nothing difficult there. Put one foot in front of the other. The birds are chirping, the sun shining, breeze blowing, leaves swaying. Even if you're not outside you can feel the perfection of the day.
But then the interruption, because such a great moment cannot last. The slowpoke. Such people usually travel in packs so as not to be attacked all at once, because goodness forbid someone tells them to move. These are the people that fan out across the entire walking space...
...and travel slower than a turtle. Most of them are talking really loudly to their fellow slowpokes, so it's not like you can "politely" tell them to hurry up, because, seriously, they're dragging their feet in an effort to move one mile per hour. You're forced to walk as slowly as they are.
If they're really bad, you end up having to stop after every step. It's not even walking anymore, it's an awkward hop-step-shuffle thing. Sometimes, they walk so slow they're practically travelling backwards in time. There's no way to get past them because there are no empty spaces.
Then, when you miraculously manage to pass them, they give you the ugliest look, as if you'd just stepped on their new pair of designer shoes in a desperate attempt to get away from them. Look, I get you want to talk to your friends. Really. But see, there this thing called time, and it is a really important thing that runs our society. There's also this thing called free time, and that is the perfect opportunity to talk with your friends and walk as slowly as you want.
But when you're in a public place, such as a school or a mall, you best not walk like you've broken both your legs. If you absolutely have to walk at that pace because it's unavoidable for a serious reason, then please don't take up the entire hallway.
People, this is a plea into the void of slowpokes. Don't walk so slow, please, because some people have places to be.
It's usually easy walking down a sidewalk or in a hallway. Nothing difficult there. Put one foot in front of the other. The birds are chirping, the sun shining, breeze blowing, leaves swaying. Even if you're not outside you can feel the perfection of the day.
But then the interruption, because such a great moment cannot last. The slowpoke. Such people usually travel in packs so as not to be attacked all at once, because goodness forbid someone tells them to move. These are the people that fan out across the entire walking space...
...and travel slower than a turtle. Most of them are talking really loudly to their fellow slowpokes, so it's not like you can "politely" tell them to hurry up, because, seriously, they're dragging their feet in an effort to move one mile per hour. You're forced to walk as slowly as they are.
If they're really bad, you end up having to stop after every step. It's not even walking anymore, it's an awkward hop-step-shuffle thing. Sometimes, they walk so slow they're practically travelling backwards in time. There's no way to get past them because there are no empty spaces.
Then, when you miraculously manage to pass them, they give you the ugliest look, as if you'd just stepped on their new pair of designer shoes in a desperate attempt to get away from them. Look, I get you want to talk to your friends. Really. But see, there this thing called time, and it is a really important thing that runs our society. There's also this thing called free time, and that is the perfect opportunity to talk with your friends and walk as slowly as you want.
But when you're in a public place, such as a school or a mall, you best not walk like you've broken both your legs. If you absolutely have to walk at that pace because it's unavoidable for a serious reason, then please don't take up the entire hallway.
People, this is a plea into the void of slowpokes. Don't walk so slow, please, because some people have places to be.