Dang all this up and
down inclement weather anyway! A couple of days ago I realized that my trusty
boots had given up the ghost when I could see daylight through them as I was
about to put ‘em on. No wonder my right foot had been getting damp of late. The
last couple of days of alternating freezing rain and wet snow meant that many
of my normal routes had become virtually impassable … certainly with leaky
boots and the alternative … my regular walking shoes. After getting more than
my share of severe soakers I was drying the shoes beside the fire thinking
about what I could do (the obvious solution was to buy some new boots but now
that we are a single car family it’s not that easy getting to a shoe store). So
the next morning when I had to make my way by foot to my bank I came up with a
brilliant idea. I’d wrap my shoes in plastic grocery bags then it wouldn’t
matter if I stepped into a deep puddle. I somehow decided this made me look
like a Wehrmacht soldier on the steppes of Mother Russia. So I set off for the
bank. As I entered this house of commerce I began to have serious misgivings …
maybe what I looked more like was a homeless street person. Oh dear. But it was
too late to turn back. So I approached the teller … who just happened to be the
bank’s manager. Did my business and left (with various people staring down at
my feet). Later when I told my wife about what had happened she was mortified.
(And I didn’t dare tell her about the manager!) So I just came back from
Yorkville Mall with a brand spanking new pair of boots. Probably will just have
them broken in as the weather turns for the better.
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