the Checkmate

I am a fast walker. I am a strategic walker. I am constantly calculating the shortest, most time-efficient, and least imposing path. Walking ideology should hold the same concepts as driving. Slower people on the right, moderately fast people in the middle, a CLEAR PATH for me, and couples & groups should be shot.

For the past two days, I have not been on top of my game. I have gotten myself into this predicament I like to call "checkmate." I am walking, and then all of a sudden, a sickening couple meanders in front of me, the slower person in the slow lane is alright, but just as I am about to pass, another slow person comes in on my left side and I am boxed in. They are now in the fast lane, and I am in in theirs.

If only it were socially acceptable to switch. Of course, it could be the perfect time, if not the only time, and perhaps the destined time to befriend the people walking beside me. It could have been destiny, yet marred by my own perceptions on the checkmate.

I deny the opportunity to make acquaintances because I am consumed in my own strategy. Perhaps I should just hang back a little, and take advantage of the checkmate, and see what happens.