We have a fancy-pantsy brick sidewalk at work, one which the city refuses to maintain because they're too busy building custom sidewalks for art museums. The plow always dredges up a couple of frost-heaved bricks each winter, and when I called the city manager's office last spring to see about getting them replaced, they basically told me there was nothing they were going to do. So I had to fix it myself, with a bag of Redi-krete and a trowel and a lot of fulsome language. All these tourists who think it's funny to step in wet cement really got on my nerves. If you're not a Major Motion Picture Star nobody wants to see your stupid footprints in front of a theatre.