Tough guys need ShoeGoo too
Keep your Chuck Norris myths. I’ve just watched Stephen Seagal in back-t0-back movies and I know who the toughest guy really is. At sea. On the train. In the air (from moment to moment). Nobody meaner! Seriously, just watching the stunts makes me hurt. I know, it’s not all real, but I can get hurt hammering in thumbtacks. I’m easily impressed by random acts of violence. And no, I’m not going to grow up to be a menace to society. I can play nice, if I have to.
I’m in the mood to go grocery shopping. Any time now. I’ve had to accept that uncontrolled buying isn’t always meritorious: the list is being prepared. And if I get home in time, we can have supper. Related tasks. Tonight will be something “speedy”. Tomorrow, too. But the time is coming, when I can devote hours to visualization of a finished project and then we’re going to be rewarded! That’s my humble side.
After careful comparison, I believe the screen of my Playbook is exactly half the size of my neighbour’s iPad.
Following the sudden insurge of water in my right boot earlier this week, I’ve found the tube of ShoeGoo and injected enough rubbery compound to cure all evils. I’ve also invested in a new set of insoles. Bring on your wintery weather. I’m ready. Please keep the temperature just below the freezing point of water. Why tempt providence?
And with that, I’m going to find my way to the nearest exit. Beyond the door lies a world of opportunity. And a supermarket.
