An open letter to the guy on the stairs
Yeah, you. I’m talking about you, the guy at Pape station who was coming down the stairs to the subway platform on the right-hand side — your left — while I was coming up on the same side. Remember? When we met, we both stood there for a moment, unmoving, until I finally rolled my eyes, sighed, “Really?” and moved to let you by.
Now, I realize that the single word “Really?” might have been a little cryptic. Let me elaborate:
Are you really not aware of the cultural convention here in North America that the unwritten rules of pedestrian traffic tend to follow the written rules of vehicular traffic? Do you really not know enough to pass on the right-hand side instead of driving on the wrong side of the road, so to speak? Did you really not notice that I was tightly hugging the right-hand side, right against the wall, and that the most obvious place to pass was the other side?
Did you really not notice that I was heavily burdened with not only a briefcase but also a bag of groceries, a six-pack of beer, and a box of wine? Did you really also not notice that I was trudging ponderously up the stairs bearing this weight and bulk while you were virtually flying down? Did it really not occur to you that it would not only much easier for you to move aside for me than for me to move aside, or that it might be the polite thing to do?
Are you really that much of a rude, self-centred jerk, or is your lack of consideration simply a result of complete obtuseness?
I hope you were in a hurry to get downstairs so you could throw yourself onto the tracks in front of an oncoming train. Really.
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