A brushed-and-fluffed cow ambled past, led by a teenaged girl. The cow, tail raised, eased out four perfectly formed mounds onto the sidewalk.
A pair of light-up tennies skipped closer, averted the danger with a twisting hop. Next, a stroller and Birkenstocks. They maneuvered safely through the hazard by executing a series of hairpin turns. Pink clogs approached.
We leaned forward.
We held our breath.
Bullseye. Maximum squish. Leaving behind a cookie cutter imprint . . . and us––two giggling senior citizens.