Stepped out for lunch and stood on the corner of Nicollet Ave. and 11th St. to take pictures.
Of what? Why, of cyclists biking past the NO BIKES sign.
These signs run all up and down Nicollet Mall. They forbid bikes from 6AM-6PM, MON-FRI, yet between 12:30-1:00 PM I got over 16 photos of cyclists riding up and down the street. Mpls. police's official position is that they are understaffed (and otherwise uninterested) and so are not inclined to bust most biking offenses (like anything that falls under Minn. Stat. 169.222, apparently). And yeah, I'd rather see them breaking up a child porn ring than hauling in a cyclist on Nicollet, but still.
As I walked back to the office, a short, brawny NO SPECIFIC ETHNICITY man brightly asked if I had any change. I didn't, so I said, "Sorry, I don't."
He lost his sunny grin, squared his shoulders and set his jaw. His brow furrowed and he gave me an unblinking once-over, either to identify what I had on me or just to assess my physical prowess. It flashed through my mind that I might have to defend myself, right here on the sidewalk, in the middle of the city, in the middle of the day. I looked him in the eye and he didn't make a move, and I left.
Why is it unreasonable that I should want to walk down the sidewalk unmolested? Why is it unreasonable that I should want to move through the city without constantly being hit up for money? I work for my money: why am I expected to hand it over to any and every jackoff who asks for it?