A few years ago I was running the Chicago Marathon. My parents along with my sister and niece came into the city to watch. As they were trying to get to their next location to cheer they needed to cross the street. It was early enough that they could easily get cross... Or so they thought.
Armed with her purse (which are always unusually large) and a fresh cup of coffee my mom began her slow trot across. As this happened a wave of the top runners came at her. In a panic she tried to move faster but instead almost took out a run and dropped her coffee.
Of course none of this was her fault. She was just trying to cross the street.
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