The following thought, requires some interaction from you, gentle reader, to complete it.

It all began innocently enough, as I was walking along (jauntily, I may add) over to meet a friend for lunch. I noticed that someone had written (neatly, I may add) a couple of words in what was, at one time, wet cement. As the cement is now dry, the message is now permanent. It read:

No, I have no clue as to what it meant, but it sure did make me think about "gims" whoever he or she or it may be. Maybe that was the point of the message.

It got me thinking what would I write, if I came across a patch of wet cement. Obviously, most egotistical morons with a stick would hastily scribble their nomenclature … but what end would that serve? The words, Bob is hardly a meme worth infecting.

A few days later, as I was once again, jauntily walking about, I ran into another sidewalk message, written in the same hand, but a few blocks away. This note, permanently inscribed into the cement, read:

Sublimely superb. All sorts of images of the author and their situation of writing this message sprung to mind, as well as the hidden metamystical meanings. Hmmm... what dribble would I spew if I had a few minutes to scratch at some wet cement?

Here are some of my favorites that came to me as I completed my walk-about:

So here is where you come in, gentle reader. What would you write if you had … let's say a dozen letters or so … ah, let's make a limit of two dozen letters. Yeah, I would love to spend some quality time with some wet cement and a poetic brain, but let's assume that we need to finish before the cement worker get done with their coffee and donuts. But let's not get too cheeky with silly abbreviations found on license plates and chat rooms... RU2L82P … Ugh.

So what would your sidewalk thought be … and tell us why, while you're at it.