S
Sheen
Guest
The traffic light wasn’t working on the
corner of Broadway and 72nd Street,
so the blonde stood with a large crowd
of people waiting to cross, while a cop
directed traffic.*
Finally,he blew his whistle, motioned to
the crowd, and shouted, “Okay, pedestrians!”
*
The swelling throng surged across Broadway –
all except the blonde, who stayed on the corner.
When the walkers were safely on the
other side of the street, the cop moved
the cross-traffic through the intersection.
Half a minute later, he stopped the cars
on Broadway and sent the 72nd Street
traffic into motion.*
Again, he got around to the blonde’s corner,
where by this time she had again been joined
by a crowd of people. Tweeeeeeeet! “Okay,
pedestrians!”*
The crowd crossed the street, but again
the blonde stayed put. She looked at her
watch and tapped her foot as if she was
in a hurry to get somewhere, but never
budged from the sidewalk.*
The cop ran the traffic through seven
more cycles, each time blowing his whistle
and then yelling “Okay, pedestrians!”
*
The blonde never moved.*
Finally, after the cop yelled “Okay,
pedestrians!” for the eighth time,
the blonde shouted across traffic,
“Yo! Officer! Isn’t it about time you
let the Catholics cross?”
corner of Broadway and 72nd Street,
so the blonde stood with a large crowd
of people waiting to cross, while a cop
directed traffic.*
Finally,he blew his whistle, motioned to
the crowd, and shouted, “Okay, pedestrians!”
*
The swelling throng surged across Broadway –
all except the blonde, who stayed on the corner.
When the walkers were safely on the
other side of the street, the cop moved
the cross-traffic through the intersection.
Half a minute later, he stopped the cars
on Broadway and sent the 72nd Street
traffic into motion.*
Again, he got around to the blonde’s corner,
where by this time she had again been joined
by a crowd of people. Tweeeeeeeet! “Okay,
pedestrians!”*
The crowd crossed the street, but again
the blonde stayed put. She looked at her
watch and tapped her foot as if she was
in a hurry to get somewhere, but never
budged from the sidewalk.*
The cop ran the traffic through seven
more cycles, each time blowing his whistle
and then yelling “Okay, pedestrians!”
*
The blonde never moved.*
Finally, after the cop yelled “Okay,
pedestrians!” for the eighth time,
the blonde shouted across traffic,
“Yo! Officer! Isn’t it about time you
let the Catholics cross?”