Mistakes were made

New York City meets Munich

November 19th, 2001 · No Comments · Uncategorized

What’s the number for 911?

Obediently I wait for the “walk” sign, not because I’m law-abiding, but because of a strong sense of self-preservation. I look up the street at the oncoming traffic, on the off chance that I can save myself ten seconds and cross in a rare break in the flow of cars. Like a runner ready to steal second base, I’m leading from curb a bit, advancing my position in case of opportunity.

A woman on a bike is rapidly approaching. Her face is animated, and she sits back and makes a rather strange gesture. Is she signalling me in some cryptic way? She doesn’t seem alarmed, but there’s urgency in her hand motions, which are compelling enough to require her to let go of the handlebars as she quickly rolls on down the street.

I look to my left to confirm that a parked car is there, which guarantees I’m not in the way of any vehicle. I look up to watch the biker pass in front of me, and I notice she’s talking. She’s having an animated conversation as she rides. I catch the tiny wire, and realize she’s talking on a cellular phone as she rides down 8th Street. And of course, she’s talking with her hands too. While she rides the bike.

I hope she’s got life insurance.

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