But people were stupid. A chronic condition of our society, that so many people somehow thought they were special, the exception to the rule.
Yeeah, and those are often the reason we need the rules in the first place.
In this panicked crowd, every rule was being broken. There were people with luggage on wheels, one kid carrying a lizard in a glass cage.
How big and heavy is the glass cage? I feel like that matters.
It’d probably be safer to have it in a closed pocket or something, though, if it’s a small enough lizard for that.
People were pushing and shoving, shouting and swearing. Pets were reacting to the ambient stress with barks and snarls, dashing around and getting others tripped or tangled up in leashes.
Naturally.
Tattletale and I passed two cars that were even making their way forward in the midst of stampede, inch by inch, honking their horns the entire time.
At least they’re polite enough to not straight up drive over the pedestrians? It’s so rude when people do that.
Between the air raid sirens and the honking horns, I couldn’t make out the words people were shouting. I could barely think.
Such a noisy scene. It’s a wonder we can even read the narration.
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