Stream of Cars

 

I listen to a stream of cars as I walk in our city.

Our city is covered and defined by roads. They inform where you are and tell you were to go. Landmarks

A useless appendage of the roads are the footpaths. 

The road I am following encounters another road. At an intersection. I leave the footpath and cross the road.

A car speeds through the intersection, crossing the road I am crossing, and barely avoids me. I swear at the car which has just broken the road laws.

I continue crossing the road and continue walking. I notice the car which has just narrowly avoided me has stopped.

When I pass the stationary car, a lady leans her head out the window. I see withering contempt for the trash of our society. An old white man, walking. She says: Come here.

I acquiesce. She says: My daughter heard what you said. Now apologise to her. She needs to know you have behaved badly. Not to copy you. Now apologise.

I said: Sorry and walked away.