City Life, Part Seven: Everybody Outta My Way!

Before the Crazy People Come Out

I work four nights a week in Chicago’s South Loop, at Wabash and 13th. At least once a week, during one of my shifts, an old man on a rickety bicycle whizzes past, screaming: “WATCH OUT! COMIN’ THROUGH! EVERYBODY OUTTA MY WAY!”

Often, there’s nobody else around but me.

Sometimes he coasts by at a fast clip, with his feet off the pedals, legs straight and toes pointing up.

I assume he’s being chased by “da man”. But who isn’t, these days? Or, maybe he needs to get home before the crazy people come out.