When one is a member of a crowd that is nothing more than a blob of humanity and a person finds their way directly in front of you - I hate that. A shambling amorphous globule with no order whatsoever is inturupted. You try to shift to the right of the person. They move with you, swaying on fat cankles. You cannot move backward or forward with the weight of the gathered assembly against you. You are cemented in that location staring at the back of their neck, willing it to explode into