There's been construction along Esquimalt Road since I got here. They're ripping out the sidewalks and replacing them with fresh, squishy concrete. A few weeks ago I was walking on these particular sidewalks, and was completely lost in thought, as per usual. I was jolted back to reality when I realized that I had stepped in something squishy. Thankfully, it was only the new concrete, because it could have been a lot worse. Normally there's someone standing watch to make sure no one gets into the concrete, either accidentally or to draw boobs (yes, I've seen boobs drawn into concrete). Luckily for me (and my sneakers), Concrete Watching Guy was across the road chatting with someone and didn't see me right away. He did notice me after a second, but it was too late; my sneaker had already been squishified and immortalized.
|The aftermath. I went back a couple days later to take this photo.|
See how I'm demonstrating how to step in wet concrete?
Then I stepped in it again while trying to get out of it. I'm smooth like that.