I commute twenty miles to work each weekday; it's a straight shot down a lovely roadway we like to call Highway 14. Since it is an easy drive, I find myself paying attention to little details. Details like the profusion of small to medium former animals resting in the road. Today there was a large number of these unfortunates, a few of which I really had to watch in order to avoid further running over. I counted a possum, a raccoon, an armadillo (there's ALWAYS an armadillo - are these guys slower than they think they are or just suicidal??) and I think a former dog. BUT. And here's where it gets really weird. Upon entering the town of my destination, I started noticing odder stuff stuck in the middle of the road. First a lone shoe, then several yards down the road, its mate. Then another shoe, and another. All in all, about five pairs, some matched, some lonely and alone. Has Imelda Marcos cleaned out her closet? Is today throw your shoes out the window of your car day? Barefoot Freedom for All? Hmmmm. Shoes in the road. Makes you wonder.
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