I tried to go out for coffee on Wednesday with a woman from church. It was a warm and sunny day, so I was excited to pull my flip-flops out of my closet. Then my washing machine went berserk. It moves across the floor during the spin cycle. This time, it moved a little too far and pulled the drainage hose out of the wall. Ooops.
After cleaning up that mess, I finally put on my flip-flops and headed out the door. I pulled into Starbucks, got out of the car, took one step and tripped. The thong of my sandal broke! It's very hard to walk in flip-flops without the flip. I sort of skated across the parking lot without lifting my foot off the ground.
I ordered a decaf coffee, it being late in the evening, and was told I would have to wait, as they only made decaf by request after 4:00 pm. (Huh? Why would you want decaf before 4:00 pm?) While I waited, a wizened little old man from Vietnam proceeded to tell me that I had beautiful feet, and he knew it was because I wore open-toed shoes. Sandals would prevent me from getting in-grown toe-nails or black nail fungus. Sandals are great shoes, as long as they are intact. At least, I think that is what he was said. About half of it was in Vietnamese.
By the time I half-skated over to the table where the woman from church was waiting, she was a very confused. It seems she has never received complements from unknown old foreign gentlemen with heavy accents. It happens to me frequently. I'm not sure why.
This week, I also went to a meeting of the Optimist International Club. A teacher I work with was getting an award for dedicated service to children. Apparently the only optimists in this area are Indian, as nearly all of those attending who were not connected with this teacher had moved from India in the past 10 years. I suppose Americans are too pessimistic right now to be optimistic? It was a bit surreal to go to a meeting where everyone was smiling, shaking hands, and clapping at each other for 90 minutes; rather like a vacation to Disney World.
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