If I were more of an optimist, I guess I’d think of it as my “welcome to work” pothole.
It’s directly in front of a parking-lot entrance here at headquarters, and compared to other potholes on our highways and side streets, it’s a breeze. Its position makes it fairly easy to avoid by using the “straddle” maneuver, and anyone driving that close to the curb is probably going pretty slowly anyway. Although it’s hardly tiny, it’s much less threatening than the canyons that trip up one’s tires at 60 miles per hour on the freeway.
Except for mechanics and the people who make hot-mix asphalt, nobody loves potholes. But maybe that’s because potholes are misunderstood. Maybe if we would just take a moment to step outside of ourselves and look at things from the pothole’s point of view, we’d have a more favorable opinion.
Hmm. Nope. Still hate ‘em.
(Photo taken Wednesday from inside the “welcome to work” pothole.)