This morning on my walk up Wilshire Blvd. I was confronted by not one, but two, trash talking men with walkers. Their legs were moving slow, but their mouths were mumbling (grumbling) fast. They were walking side-by-side taking up the entire sidewalk, and they had such a fire in their bellies, it appeared they were not about to back down for anyone. I have to admit that even my hardened to the streets of downtown LA self was a little intimated (as was the tattooed gang banger sharing the side walk). It was impossible to make out what these two curmudgeons were grousing about. Maybe they were racing? Maybe they were complaining about how in their day they had to walk down Wilshire Blvd in the snow and stuff? Maybe they were debating health care? (Say what you will about the great debate, it has got old people hopping mad, which is good cardio, and more exercise than many have seen in years.)
I tried to snap a picture, but there were too many cars in the way to get a straight view. I snapped this just as they passed me and were turning the corner. Sadly, they moved more into a single file formation to make the turn (kinda like nascar). It’s hard to make out the first guy’s walker, or the fact that the second was really mad at this point. But one thing is for sure, these guys were just too fast for me.
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