Balls and Walnuts
more than you ever wanted to know
Where do athletic shoes go?
Where odd socks go, no doubt.
Karen’s best friend from high school and college, Kira, came to visit with her two young boys. We haven’t seen her in 13 years. At the time, Jake was a fetus and Kira’s boys were metaphysical glimmers . . . and you know, it really does seem like 13 years. A lot has happened since then: Jake’s now a fetus with a wicked sense of humor, Karen and I are going gray; there was a year on faculty at USC, two years in Texas, ten years in the Pacific Northwest, another year bouncing around between Santa Rosa and Walnut Creek. Yes, I realize that adds up to 14. Trust me, it works somehow.
Anyway, we got back from dinner in time for me to make it to the gym for my training session, but I could not find my shoes. In our little 1000 square foot apartment, they were nowhere to be seen. I checked both cars — nothing. They’ve vanished. The only place I haven’t searched is my office at work, but I really don’t recall changing my shoes there. By the process of elimination, they can be nowhere else.
I need new shoes. These are falling apart. It seems like I’ve had them for years, and that’s about right, since I bought them two visits to Vegas ago. Two years? Three? I’ve walked them into shreds.
Maybe they finally disintegrated?
D.
It is when you make a trip to the gym after a while and realize you left shoes and old socks in the bag. Perhaps this why lockers smell the way they do, LOL
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I’ve always thought it was due to the male habit of competitive farting. Don’t tell me women do that, too.
This is the smallest place we have ever lived and we lose everything. It’s the 1000 square foot habitat curse.