When I'm out and about (riding my bike to work, for instance) I almost always see one of these old ladies shuffling down the sidewalk. They invariably share these specific traits: Hands clasped behind their backs; Little, unbuttoned cardigan sweaters; Floral print dresses; Hair wound up into tight buns; Faces contorted into hateful, surly, pinched masks.
Rather peculiar...
Armenian?
ReplyDeleteWe have some o' those here in Silicon Valley, as well. They tend to walk nice and slow in crosswalks, particularly if you have a green light and they have a red light, and it's your turn to go, dammit, and the only way to go when the light turns green for you is to hit them! Argh!!!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteI hear cars can drive right through them.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the tip, Sharon! I should try that!!!!
ReplyDeleteThey go poof and you hear a little chirp!
ReplyDeleteDon't worry, there are thousands of 'em.
ReplyDeletehahah nice. this is really cool
ReplyDeleteold librarians upset about the newfangled element taking over their jobs, namely me :)
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Top notch Blog !! :)
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