Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Dead Man's Shoes

Well the rain became snow. I've gotten quite tired of bringing multiple pairs of socks in my backpack to work, so I trudged to the Salvation Army near the bus stop at 89th and bought a dead guy's shoes. Frankenstein shoes, not steel-toed, though. And black, not brown, because anyone from the south side of Chicago (or ALL of Chicago if you are Polish)can only wear white socks and black dress shoes. Well, forget the hell of the day, sleet like hatpins, yet I trudged along, happy with the shoes. No doubt the previous owner was a ghost, the shoes beneath a rack of jackets and slacks all the same size. We die and our identities become public domain, our clothes go to the thrift shop. When I got off the bus tonight, I did a Sgt. Rock and just plowed through everything, my feet never once getting wet. Walked through an empty lot that used to be a Citgo station, just straight through the biggest piles of slush and felt pretty happy about my purchase. But I still feel like Frank Rock in the book cover, only its not a war, its the winter I want to get out of...Wayne


Steve Malley said...

Go, go, GO the FrankenShoes!!!

Charles Gramlich said...

I've got me some boots for the same kind of purpose, although we don't get a lot of slush here.

Love the SGT Rock cover. That brought back some memories. Used to really enjoy that comic.

Lana Gramlich said...

I didn't have a lot of money when I was in Canada, but I made sure every Winter that I had warm, waterproof boots (even if that meant I had to do without food for a bit or whatever.) Nothing sucks worse than cold, wet feet (particularly when you work a night job, outside.)
"Death O'Clock" *ROFLMAO!*

HemlockMan said...

Great with the shoes!

As for the snow...well, there's always the Florida Keys waiting for you to visit.

Kate S said...

Congrats on the new shoes. :)

Good lord, yes, please get us out of this snow.