I guess there are worse curses
A month ago as I was passing a little boutique hotel downtown, I noticed one of the porters crouched down applying some variety of solvent and then carefully scraping up a spot of gum from the sidewalk. I looked around and realized that the pavement in front of the place was a gum-free oasis.
Ever since then, I can't stop noticing gum on sidewalks. It's everywhere! Not the fresh kind that gets on your shoe, but the old stuff; dark blobs that have absorbed all manner of dirt and have melded with the concrete. They're like a plague, and I can't make myself quit noticing them. I'm about two tics away from having to count them as I walk.
I have these little fantasies about removing gum on the sidewalks I care about downtown. Possibly in a superhero costume, but at 3 am so no one sees me. Because, you know, even without the superhero costume, it's a weird thing to do if it isn't your own sidewalk.
Ever since then, I can't stop noticing gum on sidewalks. It's everywhere! Not the fresh kind that gets on your shoe, but the old stuff; dark blobs that have absorbed all manner of dirt and have melded with the concrete. They're like a plague, and I can't make myself quit noticing them. I'm about two tics away from having to count them as I walk.
I have these little fantasies about removing gum on the sidewalks I care about downtown. Possibly in a superhero costume, but at 3 am so no one sees me. Because, you know, even without the superhero costume, it's a weird thing to do if it isn't your own sidewalk.