Of course I am not driving a car.
I hate driving cars.
I don’t even like sitting in a taxi.
I love the subway. Not only in theory. In practice.
I’m a New Yorker.
I move from point A to B.
And if this is New York and not London. We drive cars on the right. Not the left.
Same goes for pedestrians.
Walk on the right. Move quickly from A to B quickly.
The only obstacle will be one more khaki-clad gang of tourists standing around, map in hand. Dispense your civic duty; direct the tourists, scatter them on their way.
And then move. Keeping to the right.
Imagine; we are all in the airport moving along on a giant motorized sidewalk.
And if I thought it went without saying, I wouldn’t be saying it.
The same goes for the subway.
Up on your right.
Down on your right.
In Brooklyn, they prompt with arrows.
Save a girl some trouble.
Don’t send me out pre-dawn with a yellow can of paint and a brush.
Amen! The pedestrian pictured is showing us all how its done, but can a subway stair-climbing New Yorker really have such skinny calves?
Fell out of bed feileng down. This has brightened my day!
Oh good, well, hope to share info that brightens…that is my goal. Best, stay sunny, Kiki