I'm not sure if you knew this or not, but back in the days when I still lived in Wheaton I had two cats. There was the lovely, polite, quiet, nice one. And then there was Rudy. Rudy could lie on a bed (and keep in mind, he was only a cat!), and somehow he would manage to take up the entire bed. Entire. The only room left for me would be to teeter on the edge, which if anyone has ever tried, knows is no way to sleep. And he was a cat, and this amazed me. Likewise, walking the streets of Chicago, I have noticed that there are people (not cats, people), who can walk down the sidewalk (not bed, sidewalk) and take up the entire width of concrete. These are by no means fat people. I am not talking about the Notorious B.I.G.'s and Marlon Brando's of the world. Yet somehow there are people out there who are perfecting the way they're walking to the point that I have no way of getting around them, and they have managed to take up the entire sidewalk. Entire. Just pick a side and stick to it! ...Perhaps I should make up and pass out instructional pamphlets.