flip-flop tailgaters

you who walk so closely behind me that you step on my low hanging flip-flop, you really piss me off. not only do you cause me a moment of pain as the flip-flop is tugged between my effort to take another step and your dead weight, but you also interrupt my stride...break up my rhythm. why are you walking closer to me than my own shadow? and why do you never apologize? it's a big city. there's room enough for the both of us, no matter how late you are for your appointment at the unemployment office or wherever it is that you go. give me my space and i'll give you yours.