Coming back from a terrific walk that included wet grass, a dark woman playfully asked where my shoes were. Probably the most frequently asked question I get when my feet are bare.
I gave her the literal reply, "in my office in in a desk drawer." I wasn't in a hurry so I waited to see what came next. She was the friendly sort, not the kind that sees me as some kind of freak, but just curious.
"Well, you ought to Watch out for the fire ants then" she said. People generally do care about my well-being, and I appreciate that. I do know about fire ant and they are nothing to trifle with. "My wife was just bitten by one on her leg and it was very painful. Of course, she was wearing shoes at the time." Just goes to show, we agreed.
I gave her the literal reply, "in my office in in a desk drawer." I wasn't in a hurry so I waited to see what came next. She was the friendly sort, not the kind that sees me as some kind of freak, but just curious.
"Well, you ought to Watch out for the fire ants then" she said. People generally do care about my well-being, and I appreciate that. I do know about fire ant and they are nothing to trifle with. "My wife was just bitten by one on her leg and it was very painful. Of course, she was wearing shoes at the time." Just goes to show, we agreed.
