For Rory

13 08 2010

Shoes seem to baffle most people. It seems like it should be a most intimate knowledge you have of your feet. After all, you use them (almost) every day. Not only that, but you must dress them. Even the paraplegics who have no need for decent tread or quick lacing systems still invest in some pretty fancy footwear. So why the baffling? Let me explain…

A man of approximately 40 years walks up to the counter. One can see the air parting in front of this deliberate saunter.
“Do you have any shoes that are good for walking in water?” Instead of asking the man why he would want to walk in water, I looked around to see if someone was filming me.
“Weeeeellll, over here I have some shoes made of neoprene that you can use to ‘walk in water’ with.”
There was a long pause now. Things were obviously moving too quickly, and in too obvious a direction. The air was still parting in front of the man while he was standing still.
“So what are they made of?”
“Neoprene.”
I don’t rightly know why he bothered to ask. The answer didn’t even make it to the vacuum of space near the mans face.
“I don’t understand.”
It takes a certain amount of….bravery to admit you have no idea what is going on this early into a conversation. I admired the man. He must be very brave, this will be good. So I continued.
“What can I explain for you?”
“What size do I take?” Hmm, unusual question for such a bold man to ask. We consult the footwear he brought with him (conveniently located just to our south…) to ascertain the information. He looks bewildered still.
“I don’t get it,” he says staring at the sign for the shoes “how can one shoe go from size 5 to size 13?”

Ah, here is the crux. He seems to be an idiot. I clarify that the sizes (plural) range from size 5 (on the small end) to size 13 (skis for feet). I blush at his stupidity, smile and say I’ll be back to check on him. ( I know he’ll need it).





Where’s this shoe?

15 07 2010

A man stands at the footwear wall.  A plethora of shoes extends beyond him.

Something deep in the mans head clicks.  Gearing that may have been stagnant and dusty for ages starts slowly turning.  The index finger extends…it slowly reaches it’s apex.

My dull and somewhat predictable day is about to take an unexpected turn.  My whole perspective regarding communication, the human race and sanity is about to change radically.  My eyes open, I am slightly taken aback.  The man’s prompt return to the land of the living is scaring me.

“Where is this shoe” he asks surprisingly forcefully, whist pointing at a shoe.

There is a slightly-longer-than-should-be pause.  My mind is ablaze trying to solve the infinite possibilities of this physics question.  Could he be speaking of alternate dimensions? Could he have a terrible wall-eye?  Is he incredibly short sighted?

I settle on the beigest response I can muster:  “It’s right there.” Smiling, trying to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Again, “Where is this shoe?”

Again, a long pause…..I walk slightly closer to the man, the shoe and the fixed, pointing finger.  “Just there” Big smile this time, maybe I wasn’t smiling enough last time for him to understand.

“No, I mean where is this shoe?”

I feel like screaming and running away.  I gather my courage, walk towards the wall and pick up the shoe.  I hand it to him, gently.

“It’s right here.”

“No, I mean, is this shoe, this shoe?”

Long pause this time.  I look around warily…there must be a hidden camera or something.

“Without getting into a debate on relativity, yes.”

“Oh, the signage was confusing. Thanks.”

I am left contemplating my existence….in a world full of shoes.





3 08 2009

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This jerk of a system won’t publish photos the right way up.





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25 07 2009

straightened swoop





9 07 2009

Moab summer 2007 019








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