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Ow, my pride

Posted by on May 10, 2004

I fell off my own feet again today. It seems that every so often my feet just decide, in the spirit of experimentation and without input from the brain, to try walking on their sides instead of their soles. This is painful but acceptable when barefoot, but when clomping around in ungainly platform sandals which you only bought because you needed black shoes and these were on sale, you’ve got a long way to fall. So, as usual, my foot twisted sideways to see what would happen and I stumbled and smacked the inside of my foot against the pavement and my shoe came off altogether and then I had to hop around cursing and chasing my shoe as it tumbled end over end trying to escape me and my elephant feet. Luckily no one was watching, except all the people who were.

Now there is a little piece missing from my foot; another fleshy sacrifice laid on the altar of the holy pavement. Lucky I didn’t break an ankle I guess. Perhaps I should change my name to Dodofoot.

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