This past weekend I was dressed as Elvis, pushing an empty stroller. Remember, this was Halloween, it’s not like I’m Nic Cage. The empty stroller was because it was decided as an afterthought; hence I was trying to catch up with my group (and son).
With stroller in tow, I only had seven blocks to go. I enjoyed the first “Hey Elvis, forget something?” joke that was hurled my way, but three in one block was getting old fast. I picked up the pace. I was in a hurry as I arrived at a stop light. I contemplated crossing against the light, thinking I had enough time. Then I took a second to think about it. What if I miscalculated? My pending obituary…
Man, dressed as Elvis Presley (or Nic Cage) died crossing the street on Halloween night. He was wearing sunglasses and left behind an empty stroller.
This is sad (maybe pathetic) on many levels. I decided to wait for the WALK sign.