Back to the Famble though...it's the most frustrating thing! I'm no giant, but in comparison to most people here, I'm at least a good head taller than most women, and give a lot of men a run for their money. So proportionately, my legs are looooooooooooong. But it's not just about size. There's an attitude involved in the Famble. And that attitude is to demonstrate how slow one can actually walk. Doesn't matter where; crossing the road, walking around the mall...ok, those are the only places that I'm allowed to be on my feet but I'm sure there is Fambling going on everywhere. If you're stuck behind a Fambler...there is no pain greater (alright, I exaggerate slightly)...particularly in confined spaces when you can't get around them. Gah!
Pick up your feet people!!