The Slowest Walker in New York City

I stepped off the subway on 14th, in the stream of thousands like me, all rushing, and bumping, and bustling but where are they all going? I'm swept away without a second thought, weaving the traffic like a high speed car. Nothing can stop me from my imminent arrival. Not even myself. Directly in front of my stands a small, frail woman. Her right hand interlocked with her long time lovers'. Her left hand is holding a bag of butterscotch candies. I think to myself, she must be the slowest walker in New York City. I look for a way around but find none, she stops to say hello to the local baker, and the steady flow of traffic comes grinding to a stop. I let out a groan in agony. Don't you have anywhere to be I scream?! She looks at me puzzled and says of course. My face turns red, and I think to myself she must be the slowest walker in New York City. Now I remember that day fondly. As I step off the station platform, my wife's hand in mine. We walk the city streets back to our home of 40 years. Along the way we say hello to a long time friend. We met in second grade, and he's been a baker ever since. I think to myself, maybe I've become the slowest walker in New York City