Thursday, May 21, 2009
THE AGONY OF DA FEET ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA
It was "Toot, Toot, Tootsie, Hello" at 7th and Montana yesterday as an Anonymous Newcomer decided that her feet deserved a chair of their own. I might not have noticed but for the fact that she pushed her makeshift footstool close to my table, crossed one leg over the other and -- how do I put this kindly? -- she smelled like low tide. Moments after sitting down, she called someone on her cell phone and left a message: "Hey, honey," she said, "I hope you're awake. I'm just calling to make sure you got out of bed!" Lady, let me give you some unsolicited advice: Go shove your feet in "honey's" face. If that doesn't wake him up, nothing will ...!
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It always amuses me how some people can make themselves at home anywhere, without regard for anyone else. (Hugs)Indigo
Low Tide Huh?
Were the seagulls flocking?
Urgh! I hope the odor didn't transfer to the chair.
You can almost see the odor arising, like brown steam clouds :o)
aurgh.....rank flip flops! gross! Throw those things in the washer with a load of towels or something, you know?!
Oh sweetheart, Now that was funny! You took me right there, and reminded me of my little brother. He had the worst feet! I sware if when he took off his socks he were to throw them against the wall THEY WOULD HAVE STUCK! Dried out they would have shattered!...I do belive he's out grown it, (gosh, I hope so anyway)__=^..^=__Kittie
I would not be suprised if she also had, uggh, toenail fungus! (i think i spotted some in the picture). in which case, Marty, you better run like hell and call the hazmat squad!
You ever poured hot coffee over someones feet? I tell ya, never seen em move so fast....
Gaz ;-)
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