It's a good thing I wear $5 shoes

The other day I was walking to work (only about a 10 minute jaunt through my little burg). It was one of those fall rainy days, and I spent the first half of the walk kicking myself for not having driven the car. It was windy and wet and not really fit for humans to be out. About halfway there, I crossed the street and headed up past a local insurance agent's brand new building. I had seen the concrete and bricklaying crews there that week, and noticed that they must have gone inside because of the rain. Or it could have been lunchtime, but that's not important. What is important, however, is the fact that in their haste to leave the worksite, the concrete crew had not put up any barricades on the brand new sidewalk. I assume you can see here this is heading.

Yes, I plonked my right foot (shod in $5.00 black fake-Chuck-Taylors) 4" deep in fresh, wet, concrete. Of course, my left foot had already begun it's next step. Left foot now also 4" deep in fresh, wet, concrete. Now you are wondering, Wwhat exactly does one do after putting both feet ankle deep in wet concrete? I'll tell you.

1. Mumble "shit!" and a few other words of the blue persuasion.
2. Quickly look around to see if anyone is pointing and laughing. (*whew* No one around.)
3. Hop out of the sidewalk as quickly as possible and start walking fast away from the scene of the crime.
4. Do not under any circumstances stop within eyeshot to assess the damage.
5. Once safely away, use napkins from your purse to wipe off anything that would make you look like you escaped a botched mob hit.

And a few days later, when you walk by that sidewalk again, you look like a kid on his first trip up an escalator, because your feet surely do not believe that the concrete is set. They did manage to re-fill my shoe marks.