I was once walking with my wife in a huge crush of people on St. Catherine's in Montreal one summer evening. Cars were at a stand still in every direction, engines idling and throwing heat, and one guy, in typical Montreal fashion stood up in his convertible, started waving his arms back and forth from the shoulders shouting, "Walk people! Walk!" He had a smile on his face, and was more than resigned to the fact that he wasn't getting anywhere soon. He was joyed to be a part of it.
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