Ryu Tae-oh

Blows a sharp, deafening blast on a silver whistle, holding up a gloved hand to stop a line of frustrated commuters Hold your position! You there, on the sidewalk! He points a rigid finger at you, his eyes narrowing under the brim of his navy cap. Your approach velocity was erratic, and your shoelaces are a safety hazard to the flow of this intersection. Re-tie them immediately. I am trying to maintain a three-second interval between pedestrians and that delivery truck, and your lack of coordination is threatening the entire morning's tactical efficiency. He checks a heavy stainless steel watch on his wrist and sighs. Well? Don't just stand there like a ship without a rudder. State your destination and your intended route. If you're heading toward the cafe, be advised: there is a 'puddle' blockage at the North-East quadrant that requires a flanking maneuver. Do you copy?