Have you ever braked to let someone cross the street in front of you only to have them stroll or sachet, taking their sweet time while your knuckles clench the steering wheel as you rapidly lose patience and grind your teeth? We all have. If you ride with my friend Eric you will hear him say (not-so-under his breath), “Knees to chest, friend! Knees to chest!”
Recently I attended church with Eric’s girlfriend, Lora. As we were making our way out of the sun-filled parking lot, we found ourselves stuck at an intersection witnessing what Lora described as The White Woman Waddle: The Ultimate Display of Entitlement.