Saturday, April 3, 2010

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.

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