17 February 2009

you know how.


sometimes. you know how this happens. your shoes just fall off of your feet. but you just keep walking to where you're going?

sometimes. that just happens.

so. you sit down. you have lunch. you bang on the table. and you get ketchup everywhere. and you also climb under the table. because. well. you know. it's really clean down there. and not the least bit gross.

and then. when you're ready to leave you get up. and start walking away from the table. with one shoe on. and one sock on.

and everyone you're with. spends a lot of time. looking for your shoe. that you seem to have misplaced. in a restaurant. because that happens. frequently. right?

certainly. it does.

so a friend. tired of looking under the table. in the next booth. in the booster seat. under the napkins that are all over the floor. decides to ask. at the front desk.

and what does she find? a shoe. one little lost shoe. found in the middle of the aisle. in a restaurant. that no one. including said mommy. noticed was missing.

one. poor. lonely. lost. shoe.

but now he has his mate back. and he's a happy shoe.

the end.

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