pawprints pressed spontaneously in cement give sidewalks character

when you're on a walk and look down to see a trail of small pawprints in the concrete, you smile. just the thought of a cat or little dog scurrying across the wet cement to leave their mark on the world is cool to me. i think that people should do that as well. no, i don't think we should ruin our sidewalks by running barefoot over wet cement. i mean we should try to leave a footprint that will later bring others a daily smile.
what brought this topic into my blog? funny story actually. i suddenly got the impulse to walk home from school today! it's about 2.5 miles...but it was such a pretty day! i didn't think that my shoulders would be really sore, or my back, or my legs, or my neck. anyway, i left school around 3:50 and got home around 5:25. i made pretty good time for 2.5 miles with a heavy backpack & a few stops-which of course included dunkin donuts! ok look, i must admit i LOVE food. i have a long italian background, so food always has been and will be part of my life. i have a big appetite and i can down 4 donuts like nobody's business. today i got my favorites- strawberry frosted, chocolate frosted, boston creme, & lemon filled. anyway, i saw this hobo in there lounging in one of the leather chairs..and he was like filthy. his beard was exactly like albert einstein's hair except darker and dirtier. his hair was like that too, so it was like double the al. how did i know he was a hobo? he had these two bags that were as dirty as him that he conspicuously stashed behind a couch. look, i'm not trying to look down on him. i feel really bad for him and wish him better days...
also, something that irked me about my experience was that there were these two indian people running the shift. i am not a racist, but when a customer goes up to the counter, it means they need something or want to buy something. they spoke to eachother in their language and when i went up to the counter a second time to get something for my little brother (yes, i am kind and thoughtful) they were sitting at a table playing cards. wtf?!? i was standing there, waiting and eventually i walked over to them and inormed them that i needed to make a purchase. i could see the resentment in their fake smiles. "yeahhhhh surrre. sorrrrrrrry."
ugh. "america runs on dunkin' " or is it india?