On S.E 30th and Salmon st. I felt like none other then Pac Man trying to get through a maze. Man with the two gigantic overflowing grocery bags, you're the ghost trying to block my path...(and stop me from getting to the fruit... in the game... because that's what Pac Man does). Man carry the baby in the blanket (that just so happens to create the illusion that you are wearing a toga) you are the other ghost who blocks my path. Yipes. On S.E Lincoln and and 30th my face was the color of the flashing red light. Lincoln and 39th old woman shaking her head at me in a car (I think it's because I ran when the cross light read, "red hand (not flashing)").Yipes. On S.E Lincoln and 42nd, I'm contemplating the invention of shoes that run for you ( Jesus, we invented microwaves, and little stuffed dogs that can do flips and bark...what the hell are we waiting for?).On S.E 52nd my face is the color of that thing sitting on the branch of the tree... Holly shit, is that a parrot? Who let the blimey parrot out? 
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