Wet Cement

Living in NYC there are plenty of times I encounter freshly poured cement. It's always roped off, or even guarded to avoid anyone making it less then pristine. Sure it's tempting to maybe place yourself in perpetuity. Honestly, I have never done it myself but often the craving has arisen. So the other day when I saw a man place his boots in a fresh patch, I understood why. Upon closer examination of these "boot prints" I became alarmed. They weren't foot prints in a Grauman's Chinese Theater version,  well they really weren't foot prints at all. They were just two huge smudge prints, which would have given you the same result had you dragged a dirty eraser across a chalk board. Now I was sort of annoyed at him because I understood wanting to get your 15 minutes of fame, but that was more like 15 minutes of blame.

Super Hero Mode

Apparently, I have a skill that only Wonder Woman's plane and Burt Campbell from Soap seem to possess. Yes, I too can become invisible. However, I'm not really sure the plane and Burt really were invisible where I can prove time and time again that I on the other hand am often unseen.
Just this morning I brought my car in for service and was standing there waiting when some one came over and handed the customer behind me a number and me the number after him. Mr. Clean's bigger, buffer brother was in the process of jockeying cars around when he some how saw this (maybe he was in super hero mode), and came over to re-numerate the line. He asked the ticket dispenser why he skipped me. Now the manager came out and became involved and this became so absurd as they were sorting out who was next, I stood on the side and watched.  Mr. Clean seemed to have the answer, he removed the lower number ticket from the other employee's hand and put it on my car. Problem solved. Thanks Mr. Clean you are my HERO!!!