running up that hill.

On my way to the bus stop the other day I noticed a dried piece of mud on my shoe and it pretty much drove me into a spiral of OCD and neurotic behavior. As you could imagine I was walking up the hill freaking out that I was going to be late for the bus, and all I could think about was this spot on my dress shoe. So as I was frantically speed walking up the hill, while singing Kate Bush’s running up that hill, I was looking for left over snow to rub my shoe in to cleanse it from the dirt of who knows where. As I was walking up the hill I was dragging my shoe on the sidewalk to free the dried mud from my shoe and I failed the whole way to the stop.

So I am sitting on the bus I am thinking about how I could remove this mud without making myself look any crazier than the people I am sharing the bus with. Why I would even think that they are crazier than me still entertains me.

As we approach the Price Chopper stop, this older man stands up and screams; your shoes are too shiny, you need to scuff them up!

WTF?