Pass on the left, damn you, the left!

Somehow I’ve lost the ability to maneuver through oncoming pedestrian traffic. You know that awkward little situation, where you and the person coming at you both misread each other’s signals, and end up face to face, sidestepping back and forth in unison like a bizarre folkdance until one person gives up and shoulders their way rudely around? I performed this least favorite of rituals no less than three times today, each time the dance routine lasting a little longer. By the third person, a stubby little red headed girl, we swayed with each other so long I was expecting the music building to strike up Blue Danube. Sadly, they did not. I might have just been distracted by the cherry trees in full bloom, which are breathtaking to say the least.

Effective immediately, I’m requiring that people walking between classes obey the rules of driving. This means keep right except to pass, and no excessive weaving or reckless speeding. It also means I won’t have to punch anyone in the mouth out of frustration. Installing traffic lights, while it might be handy, is probably overkill. I remember when they did that as “art” way back when, and succeeded in impressing no one and confusing a handful of sorority girls, but not in keeping people from running into each other.