On a recent trip to Stanford Shopping Center, I found myself in a terrible traffic jam. No, not the frustrating kind on today’s freeways where we grit our teeth to hold back building road rage, but unnerving just the same. I was hungry and on a mission to get some Pinkberry frozen yogurt before perusing the stores when I found myself stuck behind a crowd of people moving at a snail’s pace.
“What is going on?” I grumbled, wondering if there were a demonstration of sorts up ahead. “I don’t have time for this.”