It worries me when I see a businessperson running down the streets of Midtown Manhattan. For one thing, where are they going? What are they running from?

Are you running from a sense of insecurity that the title on your business card means nothing in the grander scheme of life?

Is there a deadly meteor or a giant killer robot barreling down on us and I’m just too distracted by you running to turn around and notice?

Maybe you’re the target of a world-renowned assassin and have a price on your head for a dirty corporate deal that you’re trying to expose to the public.

That second thought scares me the most.

Usually it turns out that they’re running after a cab. Or are probably late to a meeting. That’s why I hate Midtown East. Because it’s so boring.