Here is a special guest post, a true story from Starts & Fits' lovely significant other, futurebird.

It was the high days of the holiday shopping rush, and with only few days to go, people packed the sidewalks, cars packed the streets. Even I, a died-in-the-wool anti-consumerist radical, had succumbed to the madness. I was fighting my way east through the crowd on 18th Street to buy wrapping paper for my all natural, hand-knitted gifts.

When I got to Sixth Avenue, I noticed that no one was walking. We were stuck on the corner waiting to cross the street, but the cars were not evening moving. Nothing was moving. It was total gridlock of cars and even people. Pedestrians could not even weave in and out of the cars to cross because the cars were too close to one another.

Horns began to blair and pedestrians began to yell. A guy up the block was yelling "Move! Hey! Move!" I looked for the source of the confusion.

Halfway up the block I saw it: The biggest, most shiny, most chrome covered, most yellow, most wide and ugly Hummer I've ever seen. It had all kinds of gadgets and extra lights. It was blasting music, or perhaps just some kind of low pulsing sound so deep and loud it made the wind shield wipers rattle on nearby cars.

Bizarrely, it was stopped mid-block with nothing in front of it. It was so wide none of the other cars could get by easily. It was the source of the gridlock, and in that gridlock, two cars back, was a cop car. The cop turned on his lights after a long minute of people honking and yelling for the Hummer to move. The cop spoke into his loud speaker: "Pull over. … You! … Pull over to your right. … The yellow SUV, pull over to your right. … You, in the Hummer, pull over to your right!"

Slowly and only after being asked a few more times, the Hummer crept over … to the left. This cased even more gridlock.

"Your other right!"

Finally the driver understood and pulled over.

And life went on.

I estimate at least 100 people were held up because … because … well, I don't honestly know. There was no reason to stop there. The engine had not stalled. It made no sense.

But then, I'm not thinking like a Hummer driver. You see, Hummer drivers are more important than other people. Perhaps something in a store window caught this fellow's eye. Maybe he wanted to adjust his speakers, or rummage through his glove compartment to find some more of that lovely music to share. Whatever he wanted to do, it's fine to block all of the Avenue of the Americas for two mintues. It's fine to blast music so loud it disturbs people … and it's fine not to be bright enough to know the difference between left and right. And the bigger your car is … the more fine it is.