The 7-Second Tango
Walk. Walk. Walk. Walk. Walk. Walk.
Fifteen seconds flash.
I can see you creeping up in your car. You look like you’re in a hurry.
Our eyes meet. I’m in such a hurry, they beg.
I’m halfway across the street. The walk sign is counting down:
13, 12, 11
Am I walking too slow?
You start going. You can make it, you tell yourself. No cops. You can make it.
I guess I’m going too slow.
You turn in front of me.
With effort I can touch your car.
You try to avoid eye contact with me, but can’t. My eyes meet the corner of your eye.
I look at the walk sign it says 11 seconds. I make it to the other curb and it says 4 seconds.
You saved 7 seconds from your day.
What can you do with 7 seconds?
Change a channel?
Watch Derek Fisher hit a game-winning shot 17 times?
(Just from the when he catches the ball and shoots because the inbounds play took five seconds.)
Think about your gi-
Wait for a YouTube video to load?
You must have a really important appointment.
I’m sorry, sir, you are 7 seconds too late. You don’t get to keep your children.
Or maybe you have to pee, which I actually understand, so if that’s the case I forgive you.
But you don’t even save those 7 seconds.
No. You spend those 7 seconds stopped.
When I look at your car in the distance, I see you at a red light.