by The Urban Blabbermouth
I am stopped in my car at a red light, waiting patiently and a bit bored, when an old lady crosses the street in front of me.
She is walking slowly with a cane and keeps looking up at the light, every few seconds or so, with a worrying look on her face.
There was a day past when this lady briskly walked across streets with enough time remaining to cross back and forth before the light changed.
This is my future, to be slowly crossing the street and worrying if I am too slow, while at the same time, watched impatiently by young men in cars with nothing else worthwhile to do with themselves.