Jaywalking

“You’re so fucking pedestrian!” Some woman lowers her tinted window and screams at me as I jaywalk in front of her limo stuck in traffic on 5th Avenue.

“Hmm,” I think, “Yeah. I guess I am, lady, I’m walking.” But then I channel Dustin Hoffman’s Ratso Rizzo and yell back at her, “I’m walk’n here! I’m walk’n here!”, while pounding my fist on the hood of her limo.

Feeling empowered on my way home from this morning‘s Screaming Yoga class.