Almost forgot to mention this, and it made my morning. New guy moved into the apartment across the way. Mid forties, maybe (I'm bad at that), a little heavy, walks kind of slowly and to one side as if he's in pain or favoring his hip or something. This morning as I'm peeling the sleep off my eyes with a small piece of galvanized sheet metal, I notice him ambling over to his car. Dressed for work, corporate casual. Carrying his wingtips in his hand (I think they were wingtips; could've been loafers...it was far away and not central to the story but I like saying wingtips for some reason).
No socks on. Walked across across the street to the car, barefoot. Got in the car, sans socks, started it up, drove away.
I'm powerful fascinated now. Who drives to work in their bare feet (unless you work at the beach, and he wasn't dressed for the beach)? Buddhist monks? I'm all intrigued. Can't wait to see if he does it again. I'll report back as I learn more...
ClothMother_old