This is the measure of how busy I have been – too busy to go buy new shoes until the ones I have on practically wear right off my feet.
Christina and I went to the mall tonight for the very pedestrian task of buying new shoes. For trips like this, I absolutely refuse to waste my weekend time fighting crowds and mall traffic. So much better to sneak away from work during odd lunch hours (a 2 p.m. lunch sounds perfectly reasonable to me) than to fritter away precious weekend hours. The concept of "business hours" is ludicrous – everyone is so busy working that they can't do the things they need to do during the hours that the businesses are open. Tomorrow morning we're going to drop the car off at Sam's Club to get the tires balanced, because (guess what) the Sam's garage is only open during the working day, or on Saturdays. If you've never seen the inside of a Sam's on a Saturday, you've never glimpsed Hell.
Once new shoes were purchased (10 1/2 wide, please), I immediately ditched the old ones in the nearest mall trash can and shot the picture above. Christina then proclaimed me Lord of All Geeks. I believe she even used the word "geekitude," as in "dizzying heights of."
Apparently the KKK visits St. Petersburg often enough that the city needs pre-printed metal signs that designate pro- and anti-Klan gathering places. Oy. The rally itself was a bit anticlimactic, or so this article in the St. Pete Times leads me to believe. My favorite line from the article: "The other Klan members were dressed casually." Because what we really want to know is: did they wear pointy hoods and white robes? (Answer: No. The Grand Dragon wore a pointy hat and a green robe.) We left before the excitement started.
Sooner or later, every blog writer must fall back on a picture of a giant chicken to keep the reader's interest. Now is my time to shine.
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