Pet peeve of the day (actually, yesterday).
I'm walking down the sidewalk, minding my own business. Ahead of me, approaching, are three people walking abreast, filling the width of the sidewalk.
My mommy raised me as a proper polite gentleman, so I stepped into the street to let this phalanx of unaware teenage girls cruise on past as they monopolized the entire public thoroughfare and filled the air with their inane uptalk vocal-fry commentary.
Fortunately, there was no traffic, so I was able to hop back onto the sidewalk after this harpy trio passed. No damage from passing automobiles, and the gutter was dry, so my shoes were not soiled by random sewage or other flotsam and jetsam.
I will continue to practice this form of Victorian chivalry, but I hope to at least get an acknowledgement from those who barrel down the path. But if we're on a cliff trail, with a 200-foot thorny dropoff to the side of the path, I will stand my good ground and force you to break formation so we can all essay the route safely.