In the Way

It is a small thing but I refuse to move out of your way.

You and me on the sidewalk, you walking east, me walking west. By your body language, you telegraph your refusal to move aside. I can detect no flinch of deference or courtesy in your stride. You intend to barrel through as if I am not there, afraid or unwilling to walk in single file for that attosecond when you would not be able to walk side by side.

This disruption is entirely too onerous of me to ask of you. Instead, you expect me to walk through gutter grime as if I am less.

Well, no more. I will strut down that street and you can walk single file for me. I will not budge for you, not in this or anything.