I Type Faster Than The Speed of Light!

Well, I hope so.

So. Went shoe-shopping. The heel on my right shoe was falling off, and I need some boots for my Klingon costume.

Hit Target, the boots were all tiny little things. Bah, all you small-feeted women.

Went to Payless.

Tried on women's sizes. Nada.

Hit the men's side. Since I'm not sure exactly what size I am, men's-wise, I went down the wall, one shoe on and one shoe off, trying on the various Outdoors types.

Started at the 10s. Hit the 9&1/2 wearing one 10 on my right foot. then to the 9s, with a 9&1/2 on my left. Then th 8&1/2s....

And I saw them. Steel-toed work boots.

Now. They're 30 bucks, and I was looking to spend about that--but less, I'd hoped. And they're... Niftylooking. But I don't NEED steel-toed boots.

I put one on.

My foot sighed in orgasmic bliss.

Apparently, they're made just right for my feet. 'Cause, I put both on and tromped around the store. Then sat, then stood and finally removed them.

My feet cried.

I bought the boots--and they were on sale! So, 20 bucks, instead of 30.

And I put my old shoes in the bag, and tromped all over town in my new, steel-toed boots.

Chee.

Eee! Boots! Oops. Time for work.