The fuel-delivery driver stared at me through an elongated windshield. The riverwalk however was filled with others, so I proceeded along the path. He reversed just fast enough to remain ahead of me but eventually stopped after his partner signaled more pedestrians were coming.

Maybe he thought that he had been blocking the sidewalk first. Perhaps he believed that his time was more important because he had other deliveries to make. Regardless, he seemed to expect everyone else to wait while he reversed to and through the gate and next destination.