Who's Shoes?

Question: How far do you think a 98’ Subaru can go with a pair of dance shoes left on its roof before they to fly off into traffic?

Answer: Approx 2.5 miles before they fly into the middle of Central Sq and get crushed first by a sedan and then a huge truck.

When I heard the horrible thud, first I thought I had hit something. Then, when I realized what had made the sound, I pulled off to the side of the road in hopes of dashing into traffic to retrieve my beloved salsa shoes, which had just started to get broken in, but it was already too late.

A biker, who had watched the whole thing, pulled up next to my car to share a moment of silence. Actually, he was laughing at me, but at least there was someone there to witness my pain.

I can imagine someone crossing the street later today wondering, “Who’s shoes? How’d they get left in the middle of the road?” It will be almost as frustrating as wondering about the origins of all of those single shoes on the highway.

Ironically, I was invited out salsa dancing tonight. Sad. I’m going to bed.

This was written yesterday morning but my internet has been down all weekend.