A shoe-in

July 2nd, 2004 / #observations

I don’t get it. I mean, they’re always around, but no one knows why.

Not a day goes by when I don’t see a single shoe in the middle of the road. It’s not coupled with another, it just lies there alone and isolated, with no particular purpose.

Is it like the cruel kids used to do when they’d tie some poor kid’s shoes together and throw them on the power lines? Is it a secret code the Free Masons use to communicate with one another unbeknownst to us commoners? Or is the occurrence of a free-spirited shoe flying from the back of a Chevy Trail Blazer more common than I think?

God only knows.


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