When I’m walking and in a rush, I jay-walk. I cross on red, cut through private property, and take the stairs. Nothing personal, but I’ll run over your miniature poodle if he’s in my path.
Now here’s the challenge. In Jerusalem, and particularly in my neighborhood, parking is a major issue. There’s simply no space. Lack of space however, does not deter the local driver. Parallel parking? Found a spot but it’s, for sure, too small? No problem! Squeeze on in!
And how, might you ask, does this relate to walking with the Micralite?
I’m in a rush! I have to fit through tight spaces. Had I chosen to travel with my (much loved) Valco, I couldn’t fit through those squished-together cars. Walking all the way to the corner can tack on a few moments in the wrong direction. Add up all those moments and minutes and I’m late, late, late! For a very important date!
And once I arrive at my destination? No need to wait. The elevator is there waiting for us. And lucky for me, we just fit. Mind you, the elevator is empty upon our arrival. It’s so teeny tiny that only the stroller and myself can fit inside. A larger stroller, and we would be schlepping up five flights. Manageable but not preferable!
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More to come . . .