Wednesday, August 2, 2017
The other day we went to the pool, about a quarter mile walk from our townhome to the association facility. It was a perfect day, little humidity, no wind, temperature in the low 80’s and we decided to walk.
“Take your flip flops.”
“I don’t need them, it is not that hot out.”
“The street and walk will still be hot by the time we leave.”
“I never had flip flops as a kid, we went everywhere barefoot; feet don’t burn.”
“Feet burn; Take your flip flops.”
So we flip flopped our way to the pool. When we got there and picked out our chairs, I slipped off my flip-flops.
“Don’t just leave them by the chair.”
“They will get hot in the sun, put them under the chair.”
“Just put them out of the sun.”
We had a nice swim, gabbed with our neighbors, that we see often but don’t really know, for about an hour…turns out they are nice people…anyway, we then packed up and left for home.
Three-quarters of the way home my feet started to hurt. We always walk on the blacktop street because Mrs. C; actually, I don’t know why, Mrs. C just does not like sidewalks if there is no traffic. She explained it to me once, but it made no sense…I don’t argue her weird but harmless idiosyncrasies.
“Dang, my feet hurt, why do we have to walk on the hot blacktop street?”
“Because…wait, where are your flip-flops?”
“Oh crap, still under the chair.”
“Well go back and get them.”
“I am, I am…dang, if I put them out in the open this would not have happened.”
By the time I got back to the pool and my flip-flops, my dogs were barking. When I got home I checked the bottoms of my feet and they were blistered from the hot street.
“Crap! If you didn’t tell me to put the flip-flops under the chair and make me walk on the street, this would have never happened, it is all your fault!”
“You’re a jerk! If it wasn’t for me, you would have thought you had 10-year-old calloused feet and never even brought the flip-flops, so it is still your fault.”
“Call it a draw.”
It’s her fault.