Lois hurried across the street, thankful that she hadn’t worn the heels she’d been debating putting on that morning. Not that her dress flats were all that better for sprinting in, but at least she didn’t have the added worry of breaking a heel or twisting her ankle if her shoe was caught in some random street crack. Getting across the street only meant more crowds though and this time it seemed they were moving against the pedestrian traffic pattern so Lois kept toward the curb, paying no mind to stepping off of it in order to speed up the following process. The cars could just look the hell out for her.
“Hey lady, watch the hell out,” shouted a man riding a bike as he tried to speed past her.
“I’m walking here!” she shouted back, glaring at the offending man as she grabbed onto Clark’s arm to help her get back onto the sidewalk without getting lost in the crowd. “People are so damn rude.” She caught a glimpse of their target’s jacket and tugged on Clark, trying to adjust their direction as a group of people pushing oversized strollers stepped into their path.
Really? What was the point of those things? All they ever managed to do was take up space and run over other peoples’ feet in the process. Did kids even like being inside of them? Lois remembered how she’d hated being belted down in place, preferring to be walking along or carried if her legs were finally too tired to continue.
Craning her neck again, she tried to determine which way the man had gone and cursed aloud as she realized she had no idea where he was anymore. One of the parents glared her way and Lois rolled her eyes. “Oh like they’ve never hear it before!”
She whirled around, sighing frustratedly at Clark, and hoping he hadn’t been teasing when he’d said he’d had his eyes on their prize. “Tell me you know which way we’re supposed to turn.”