The Short Walk, or, My sucessful fight against The American Way

Here in America, everyone drives everywhere. Every shop, or group of shops that is more than a road width apart has an enormous parking lot. You are not meant to walk from place to place, you are meant to walk from your car to the shop, then back to your car, then drive along to the next shop. Pavements are kept amazingly clean, but see very little use.

So when I walked from the store to the bank, (which was over two roads and along about half a mile of pedestrian 'sidewalk') I felt a sense of pride and achievement.  Other Americans may have looked down on me as they drove past in their air conditioned, leather interior, 12 mpg vehicles.  They may have wondered "Is his car broken, or is he just looking for the bus stop?"  They may have considered reporting me to the police for vagrancy, to the lunatic asylum for mental deficiencies.   Some of the kinder ones may have even thought of offering me a ride to my destination.

No matter what they thought, I carried on walking.  Hopefully they won't revoke my American citizenship for this.