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Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Pedestrians who have absolutely no concept of how much space they occupy, #1

Little girls with pigtails and Barbie umbrellas.


Anonymous Anonymous said...


10:05 pm  
Blogger Katie said...


Businessmen with briefcases running for the train you are trying to get off.

12:14 am  
Anonymous JamesA-S said...

People pulling small wheeled suitcases when they are quite fit enough to carry them. (http://web.me.com/blackpittsgarden/Site_2/Blog/Entries/2007/4/21_Capercaillie_sunset.html)

8:04 am  
Blogger Lady Bracknell said...

#4 Stout, elderly ladies who have developed a side-to-side yaw when walking, and who are pulling tartan shopping trolleys behind them.

8:36 am  
Blogger Mary said...

#5 Three mothers with children in pushchairs, who think that the space directly between the pavement tables and the parking meter is the best possible place to stop for a chat.

10:37 am  
Blogger Katie said...

Re: #5

Bloody hell, yes!

Yesterday a mother got off a bus with a small child in a buggy.

I waited.

She parked the buggy directly in front of me, leaving me no room to get round on either side.

I waited.

She got back on the bus and removed a giant heavy red suitcase which she struggled to lift.

I waited.

She put the suitcase next to the buggy on the pavement and stopped to talk to her slightly older, non-buggied, child.

I waited.

Several minutes passed.

"Oh sorry!" she said, and moved both buggy and suitcase.


1:33 pm  
Blogger Mary said...

#6 The family walking along the footbridge that goes over the river. Mum and dad in the middle, probably-aunties to either side, and a double-buggy in front. Entire footbridge spanned from rail to rail - not even an option of getting past them in the road.

Moving at approx 0.5mph. Okay, maybe one of them has trouble walking, I can be patient. And then... then they stop for a chinwag, buggy in the centre of the bridge, adults leaning on the rails to either side.

I picked them up and threw them in the river, dammit.

(Where 'picking them up' means saying "excuse me" a few times, and 'threw them in the river' means poddling off in reverse on my scooter to find something else to do for ten minutes.)

5:21 pm  
Blogger Lady Bracknell said...

Ah, now, you see...

I reckon that delightful family is more likely to fall into the "pedestrians who are very well aware of how much spce they occupy but don't care" category.

6:09 pm  

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