Ever notice how scarce walkable space actually becomes when the snow finally melts?
Every step is a tradeoff of splats as people and pooches hit the paths in droves and feet face off for premium path share.
Principles of springtime pathonomics.
Pile or pothole? Pothole or puddle?
Flip you for the path —
If you please — or —
Guess not.
Passive and polite will get you mud every time.
That’s why I wear wellies. Wild wellies stand their ground.
And they won’t back down.

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