A Good Lasting Impression
Yesterday a concrete footpath was poured by contractors near our house, and I was left shaking my head when I went to inspect the work. Someone decided they would be the first to walk on the finished concrete before it was dry and left permanent impressions of their footsteps. I wondered if the person who walked on the concrete realised it was still wet, and intentionally marring the finish was a twisted way to have fun. Possibly the person was clueless about the concrete underfoot because of enjoyment of a funny podcast, an engaging conversation or the shock of hearing bad news. As long as that concrete remains, the wandering footprints will always provoke questions about what that person was thinking--or if he or she was thinking at all. I noticed other, more predictable markings on the fresh concrete: names scrawled in the surface with the date. I suspect these are the names of the neighbourhood kids who were hanging around the area after the work ...