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| I always seem to have crazy shoe stories. Maybe it's because I have a soft spot for shoes. Maybe it's because I have an appreciation for shoes. Maybe it's because I seem to be a bit of a klutz at life. The first crazy story that I wrote about in a xanga happened over a year ago, when I left a shoe in the ceiling tiles of my old office. This ones not nearly as gravity-defying, but still funny.
Over 4th of July, I went to New York, but the only shoes I took were black mules, sneakers, and a pair of gold high heels. I had been planning on going to a wedding, and then hanging out the rest of the weekend. Well, about two hours after putting on the mules, 20 minutes after realizing I was getting blisters, and 2 minutes after realizing that we had dinner plans for which none of the shoes I had would work (except the painful ones I was wearing), I made Mark stop at an Old Navy we were passing, and I picked up a pair of black strappy espadrilles (sandals).
I wore them that night, and I thought that they were a mite small, well, on one my heel was sticking out over the back, but only a little. I thought that must have been my bigger foot. I wore them that night, and we wound up traipsing all over the east side looking for a Biergarten that no longer existed. The rope straps wound up giving me new blisters on my ankles. I couldn't wear them for a week, because they hadn't healed.
I was looking at them tonight in my bedroom, while I was on the phone with Mark:
As I was looking at them, I thought to myself, "Hmm, that left one looks quite a bit shorter than the right one." I looked, but, as you can see, the size was not on the top of the sole, as is the case with some sandals. So, I flipped them over (hence left becoming right, and right becoming left).
Those damn people at Old Navy let somebody put a size 7 with a size 9. I had been wearing one shoe that fit and the other two sizes too small. No wonder I got blisters.
-This has been another entry in "The Shoe Diaries"
The original "Shoe Diary" entry:
So, here's a semi-funny story. I had to stay late at work on Thursday to send out the statements for the month (no worries, downloading, not licking and stamping). So, in my part of the office, everyone leaves right at 5, so it's empty when I stay there late. So...I'm in the middle of the download, so I go to the bathroom, on my way back, I'm taking my time, and, if everyone remembers correctly, I had an odd habit in school of breaking into high-kicks, usually after drinking, whatever. So, I break into a high-kick on the way back to my office. Off flies my shoe, towards the ceiling, through the ceiling tile, knocks the ceiling tile down, and lands somewhere in the rafters. I go get a ladder, but there are 11 ft ceilings, so I can't see were my shoe has landed. I put back the tile that I knocked down, and then proceed to start the process of checking the rest of the tiles. Which means, if anyone were there, they'd see me climbing up the ladder, pushing on the tile to see if it's heavier, climbing back down the ladder, moving the ladder over to the next tile, and starting the process all over again. I never did find it, luckily no one was there to see me leave without my shoes. It was pretty hilarious, even to me. | | |
| I'm writing this update as a public service. Mostly because my site traffic reports show that my xanga still gets 15 hits a week, despite not having been updated since the end of March, and I would like to think that it's not just one person surfing to my site three times a day.
For now, I think I'll shamelessly plug for my new favorite TV show: HU$TLE
It's great! Every week this too-cool crew scams their way through a con. The 3 best things about the show:
1. It's an 1 hour 15 minutes long.
2. Everyone talks in a British accent (unless they're playing an American in the con)
3. The episodes aren't the same thing every week, they change it up, but there's always a con.
You just have to watch it. You'll be hooked. Wednesday nights at 9 on AMC - if you want come on over, because I'll be watching, and have it DVR'ed. | | |
| So, at least once a week, there's an office in an industrial park across from my building that gets a sports car delivered to it. We joke about it, saying that it's some drug lord buying his latest toy.
AND...Today there was a police shoot-out outside my window at the office!!! It happened before we got there for work. Apparently, the sheriff's office came to bust the joint, because it's just a warehouse for stolen goods. The guy resisted arrest, so there was a shootout. When I drove up to work, there was a car surrounded by tow trucks and 3 Sherriff's office cars. They shot at the guy they were after, but somehow, he got away.
I think the best part was that we found all of this out through the various delivery guys that came into the office throughout the day. Lesson for the day: if you ever need to know neighborhood gossip, ask your fedex, dhl, or ups man or woman. | | |
| A couple of months ago, the inside treads of my tires were showing, so I took the Scion to the shop. They told me that my wheels were bent, and needed to be replaced. A thousand bucks a pop. That sucked.
Which brings us to yesterday. When I checked the mail, there was a box from Scion. Attached was a letter. Dear Scion owner, we heard that you had to bring your vehicle in for an unexpected service visit. We strive to create quality vehicles, and while these kinds of things happen, we've sent you this limited edition JABA Scion model car as a token of our appreciation.
So, I now own a toy Scion. It's kind of cool, the doors and trunk open, but I don't know if it was worth $2000. I'm going to try to post a picture. Well, I would if I could find my camera.
PS - Meg - yes the book is good, but the ending sucks. The one before was better. | | |
| Sorry, the internet connection's not so good.
So, Lifelight comes, but traffic's still backed up. I spend time playing games on the blackberry, talking to my parents, talking to Mark, and finally I ask him to see if there's a say for me to cut back over to 290 and head home that way. Luckily, there's a state road 21 that goes right through Bastrop. So, I pull a u-turn across the grass median and head to Bastrop, then to 290. And I have to pee. And I'm on 290, so going through small towns, and all of the gas stations are closed. I keep going, but I really have to go at this point. I have to do something really embarrassing. I pull over, and go in the Starbucks cup, dump it out, and keep going. Yes, it was awful. Soooooo bad.
And again, I keep going. Then, at about 11:30 and just west of Hempstead, I see red and blue lights in the rear view. (Hey kids, Mom and Dad don't know this, and I'll just get crap for it, so let's keep it under our hats) The most efficient state trooper I've ever heard of gives me a speeding ticket, in about 2 minutes flat. And again, I keep going, but, luckily, nothing else happens, and I pull into the apartment complex around 1:15, and collapse. | | |
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