967. He told his wife after a hard day, "I'm so tired of being told what to do, of having to yes‐sir and yes‐ma'am my way through life, of never directing others. Even when I'm walking home from work, I'm under the control of others. Every block there's some scary‐looking guy who's heading straight toward me on the sidewalk. He has plenty of room to walk around me, but does he? No‐o‐o. Never. So we play "chicken" on the sidewalk. And always, I'm the one who steps aside. I'm the yellow belly. It makes me hate myself. I always tell myself I'm not going to step aside ever again, yet I always do." His wife said, "I happened to be walking behind you one day, and watched you march straight ahead on the sidewalk—kids and old people had to step out of your way." He said, "O‐kay. What's your point?" 4.4