Peanut butter fingers

Speaking of sidewalks--this time my sidewalk--that's where I dropped a bag last night containing two glass jars of peanut butter. One was big, the other even bigger.

But the only damage was a little chipping at the top ridge of this one. The accident even opened the plastic sealing band for me.

You got off easy that time, Ya Goof.

Skidiot

This sidewalk is brand new. It's not mine, it's a stretch that I walk over a lot. The installer did a great job. But someone just had to show his ... appreciation.

You with the bike--you're not a goof, you're a jerk.

(Unless of course, you braked each separate time to avoid running into a kitten ... or something like that.)