It will obviously roll and roll. A gum in the mall. In the floor. It must have been dropped by someone when that coin finally slided inside the slot machine. Well, it's not the gum that actually interests me, rather it's the feet of those people who come and go of this place. Each of those pairs transported the gum from here to oblivion. What place might those feet come from? Is it a busy foot? Or just from some windowshopper? Nobody obviously minded it. But it made me smile. So I kicked it. My foot sent it to nowhere. I made a difference.