My feet hurt every day. My left foot that is. It’s last three toes complain the most about a pain in the underside, coming from the middle. Really ambiguous, but enough to get me to take off my shoes at work and solicit comments from everyone else who has shoes on. Actually the chairman of the division in his 20×20 foot office also takes his shoes off, so to my knowledge, if you’re looking for the guy who likes to let his dogs bark around the office, it’s either me or the chairman.
I went to see the podiatrist a few years ago after I got a flier with a smiley foot telling me I could get a free consultation and a foot massage. So I went and they didn’t give me a free foot massage and all he did was tell me to wrap it, and he gave me some free gauze and I filled out about ten forms. What a load of BS. Those forms are the worst. Even this weekend when I went to the gym and said I only had 5 minutes, they asked me to fill out forms that took 3 times as long.
My black shoes are decrepit at this point, being 6 years old and all. I can get them shined by a portuguese guy who comes to the office and fixes shoes. He’s in some sort of band, so he has long, curly hair. He gets off the elevator wearing a shirt from one of the offices on another floor (an obvious gift). He collects shoes from all the females and does whatever fixing is necessary to maintain them. I have a 6 year old pair of shoes on my feet that I wear Monday thru Thursday. They’re originally black, but the leather is deteriorating, so they are closer to grey. I would ask this guy for a shoe shine ($5) but I really like going to the place and sitting and getting them done. I get to climb up to the chair way up near the sealing, and then the man shining my shoes goes to work. I feel very classy and it also feels very old fashioned, to maintain your possessions instead of throwing them away like everything else in this modern world. Ah the shoe-shine man. Johnny Cash sang a song about the shoe shine guys, well about a black shoe shine boy who had alot of rhythm.
