Falling down

As I left the Metro station the other day, an older woman behind me tried to negotiate between two traffic cones covering ill-fitting grates on the sidewalk, caught her foot on a crack, and did a face plant onto the concrete. Her nose bloodied, I gave her a napkin packed with my breakfast.

The next morning, outside the Metro station, there was another cone covering the edge that tripped the woman up, creating a barrier stretching half across the sidewalk.

With enough cones, we could make this city safe.


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