Three Fun Pics: Part 3

Tiiiiiny bubbles...

I know what you're saying right now: If this is part 3, where's part 2? Part 2 wasn't all that fun or interesting so I've decided to skip it. Besides, it was just going to be a vehicle for me to laugh at corporate bullshit, and I think I adequately expressed that in the first part. So without further ado, part 3.
This is another shot taken on Mass Street. This particular shop owner had decided that day that they needed to place a bubble machine on the threshold of their store so that the bubbles blew out onto the sidewalk.
It had also just so happened that it had recently misted just enough to get the concrete wet. So not only were these big, fat bubbles floating around in the air, they were also collecting on the sidewalk, turning that particular section of the sidewalk into a kind of wonderland of soapy fun.
Now I remember being a kid and loving to run around and blow bubbles simply so you could pop them in midair before they burst on the ground. I also remember the joy and happiness inherent in running straight towards a puddle, jumping as high as you could, and making as large a splash as humanly possible. Here was an opportunity to do both at once, and I certainly wasn't going to let a little thing like maturity stand in my way. There wasn't screaming or running or jumping very high, but there was rampant giggling and one very large smile on my face.
Just goes to show that no matter how old you are it's still OK to pop some bubbles once in a while. Until next time, noble reader(s):

Falcon out