Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Jaywalking.

I slowly walked towards the office, passing by a small gathering of bicycle-cops. I started to jaywalk. I suddenly stopped, and stood awkwardly at the corner of the street. All three cops stared at me. I pretended not to see them, as I stood, interrupted in movement. They looked at me, waiting. I starred at the cross-walk sign until it lit up with its little walking figure. I crossed the street legally. The cops turned their attention back to their bicycles. We all went on living our lives.

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