Tangled up in legs

My commute is fairly regular. See sun, go into a hole. Pop out of the hole and walk to work. On the way back, follow similar lemmings on the walk and be startled by a statue of commuters who look a bit like lemmings. That does happen every time. Anyway, my walk home tonight resulted in a bit of a kerfuffle. As I made my way across the street, breaking away from the lemmings - I looked up the one way street and noticed no cars so I started to cross. Apparently the tallest man was right behind me though on the street and as I turned I ended up in his legs. Literally. He was so tall that my head fit at his belt level. I tried to remove myself, but ended up just getting tangled more. I felt about two-years old and unable to navigate through a sea of adults to a platter of cheese. Needless to say, he laughed at me like I was a child. As he removed his legs in a giant like way from around me - I darted across the street. I definitely am going to look both ways tomorrow morning.