There's an imprisoning feeling that comes with the

American

car culture, although I bet when cars were becoming a mainstay of life, it was all about 

freedom

.

Drive whenever, wherever you want. Don't get stuck in crowds and be chained to public transit's timetables.

Because driving has been the default travel method for so long our environments have shifted to adapt to it. Things became further apart. Large parts of the country became commercially and institutionally desolate. Eventually someone with a car with all that freedom to go wherever, whenever they wanted began asking themselves, where is there to go?

I myself drove nearly an hour to go to the nearest big city just so I could walk around and people watch. You just have no place to do that where I live. No people. No place to sit without someone asking, hey what are you doing here, Ms.?

In 

Westcity

I can order a 

coffee

and sit out by the Circle Park and watch the surroundings for hours. I usually go on

Thursday

, when everybody else is still at work. I like to see people in their everyday environment. I don't find people's 

weekend

routines as interesting.

I was sitting at Circle Park one Thursday when I had just about a three quarter inch left of my coffee. I was already jittery so I didn't need to finish it. In fact I didn't really want to. But I'm not someone for wasting food or drinks. Especially when it was a four dollar coffee. So I chugged the last remaining dregs, throwing back my head to allow it to go down my throat faster.

I tapped on the bottom of the cup, which was up in the air to get the final remaining dregs out.

Once I brought the cup back down and returned my head to a non tilted position, I saw somebody in front of me.