For almost all my life anytime I walk into my house I take my shoes and socks off. I don't know what it is, but I feel better the second I do it. So like Pavlov's dog I started to do this in North Carolina. After about two weeks I started to notice my feet were always sore. It got to the point where I was thinking I needed to go to the doctor for maybe some kind of stress fracture.
After we move into our place on Fried Chicken Drive the wife comments on how hard the kitchen floor was. At first i thought she was crazy, till I needed to do some cooking and after 10 minutes my feet were killing me. Since I do a lot of the cooking this be came a constant problem.
Flash forward to Christmas Day, I open a present and what do I see a pair of slippers. I'll admit this, I have never liked slippers and never understood why people liked them. They are pretty much indoor shoes. It always felt better to walk around barefoot. Also I get the image of an 80 year old man in his bathrobe and slippers walking outside and struggling to pick up the paper. I give The Wife the "Oh thank you. They... are... ummm nice." She then tells me they are for when I am in the kitchen so my feet won't be as sore. I get up slip them on and start walking around. At first it felt weird, kind of like walking with a pillow strapped to each foot. Then I started to really like it and that's when everything hit me.
This is the first place I have lived that does not have a basement, apartment, or some kind of crawl space underneath it. In North Carolina basements are non-existent so everything is build on a concrete slab. A HARD CONCRETE SLAB! That's why my feet are so sore. So I am now getting old. I wear slippers, so
GET OFF MY LAWN YOU WHIPPER SNAPPERS!
3 comments:
You are one step away from having a pink flamingo in your front yard...
I've always kinda had a fantasy about laying on a hill outside your house and calling you on the cell phone. Saying to come outside, and when you do I take a 1/2 mile shot at the flamingos. Hmm, perhaps I shouldn't have told you my plan. But if one day your pink bird explodes....
NOOOOOO! Not Pinky! WHAT HAVE YOU DOOOOOOONE!!
Slippers. They, along with bathrobes, are two oft misunderstood items that I personally, couldn't live without.
You know the good folks at my job have to have SOMEONE to pick on. I'm sure they'll find someone new.
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