Musing on Shoeless Joe.

I am at the Chick-Fil-A in Madison — hopping on their WiFi.

Had nice chat with Burns who runs the best CFA in the universe of fast food chicken spots.

My modem is still dead. My under arm wound is healing nicely since the new deoderant cap incident. I only have to change my dressing twice daily.

Yesterday, Joe and I showed up at Wal-Mart.

No shoes. (Don't look any further into the car.)

He didn’t have any shoes. There were no shoes in the car.

Confession.

As a first born, I am an obsessive rule follower.

I determined I was going to not worry about any rules saying “no shoes, no shirt, no charcoal.”

I learned something.

You can spend all day in Walmart with no shoes.

Not sure about no clothes.

Maybe we’ll try that next week.

Buzz Lightyear?

No. Buzz too baby.

He went with the skull and crossbones.

But we still shopped with nary a shoe. Because we could.

When I got home..this was in the front seat.

So his shoes were with us the whole time.

I’m glad we didn’t know.

I would have never learned the freedom of walking shoeless through Walmart.

I’m taking my sandals off right now. Burns won’t mind.

Have you ever showed up anywhere without shoes?

Without clothes?

Musing on corn. | Jamie Miles Blog says:

July 10, 2011 at 4:47 pm

[…] And I’m not wearing shoes. […]
john miles says:

July 12, 2011 at 10:55 am

I do have a dream where I’m late for an exam and can’t find the classroom. I’m pretty sure I’m also naked. Good Times.
Karen Griffith says:

July 12, 2011 at 9:36 pm

The answer is yes. Well to part 1 anyway, but not me…You guessed our lovely 2nd graders! 🙂 We’ve had SO many doctor’s appointments and one particulary busy day, I grab my purse and say “Time to go”. Sydney knew the plan of rest of the day because I always tell her what we’re doing then what else we’re doing…
Pull in to the doctor’s office in Covington, turn off engine, open door, Sydney says “Ummmm, Mom, I don’t have shoes”
“What do you mean you don’t have shoes?”
“I thought my flip flops were in the car”
So off we go, barefoot, with wild hair (remember – no chemicals), and a rash on her body. I ‘m sure I was the talk of the waiting room and the front office!
Jamie Miles says:

July 12, 2011 at 9:41 pm

Karen, you just made my year with that comment. I swear, it takes an extra 15 minutes to leave the house with Joe — time spent searching for shoes. I hope Sydney is better.