Mismatching PuRpLe SoCks
Wednesday, July 09, 2003
Have you ever been on the bus and made up stories of what the lives of the people sitting around you? No, nah me either, I'm not crazy...okay, so I do and, I think I am? <@_@> Anywho...well I was thinking about this old lady, with a bouquet of roses. I was wondering, who she got the roses for, or who gave her the roses. Why was she on the bus? Where was she going? Did she live with someone or by herself? As I was thinking, I imagined she lived by herself, in her own little apartment. She would get home and put her roses in one of those pretty antique vases, that when she bought it wasn't an antique yet. She would start dinner, because as a grandma she knew how to cook. She would pull out one of those big pots that most hispanic grandmas use, because grandmas only know how to cook for lots of people. And she knew that none of the food she would make would go to waste, cuz one of her grandkids would come over and eat and then take food home. Well, as I was thinking about this, the old lady got off the bus and shot me a strange look and then a smile. I realized that I was the weird girl with the sneakers and the mismatching purple sockz, the crazy hair and dark make-up, staring a the little old woman, and it was almost as though she knew what I was thinking. It was either that or, she just saw the weird girl in the corner and was wondering what my life was like...hmm... am I really that weird or does anyone else think these things?
Well let me start with the tale of insanity that started it all. The day of the MiSmAtChInG PuRpLe SoCkZ...
Once upon a time, a long long time ago, in a far away place...well maybe it was that long ago...and it wasn't that far away...actually it was last week and it was down the block. Okay let me get on with the damn story. I was running late, as usual, and I couldn't find any socks. I was wearing some sneakers, payless brand mind you, but they were pretty nifty. I grabbed, a pair, and since it was dark I couldn't tell if they were the same color, but at that point I didn't have time to give a damn, and well, I usually don't. I was on my way to my first traffic. It was damn hot (sorry for the over use of the word damn, but I rather enjoy saying it.) and I was wearing a pair of shorts and my lucky sneaks. It wasn't until I was in the car and driving down belmont that I realized why people on the bus and my instructor were snickering and pointing at my feet. I had put on one purple sock with dark paisley print and another bright purple sock with turtles on it. I was embarrassed, but seeing as I don't care most of the time, what I'm wearing, I just laughed and shrugged it off. It turned out that those socks were good luck as well, cuz while the instructor was looking down and examining my shoes, I sped through a yellow light, that turned into a red light while I was halfway through the intersection. So then when we finally got back I got a pretty good grade on my first traffic. I'm one step away from my liscense. When I went home I was standing tall and proud with my mismatching purple sockz. They're the best. They were also the topic of a very enjoyable conversation with a very hot guy, on the bus. Well that's the end of the first adventure of the purple socks.
