The old man with the cane is avoiding the dangers of the only partially cleared sidewalks by walking in the streets, and the cars are just sort of going around him as he shuffles along.
Finally, though, he seems to need to get up off the street, and so he makes his way to a crosswalk to get on a corner.
"Careful, it's really deep right there," I point out as he's about to surmount a small snowbank down to a deep slush-puddle.
But apparently he doesn't hear me, because his next step dunks his canvas-sneaker-covered feet into icy curb slush, and he makes a small noise of distress before pulling himself out and moving on.
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