Walked A Mile In These Shoes…
… and my feet are killing me.
Literally.
So I get my first paycheck. Had to drag my boss to the bank to actually get him to cough up any money, but yeah, got paid.
So. First thing I needed was a haircut. Didn’t know any good places around here, so I decided to drop by the nearest strip mall after I got back from work. The nearest mall is in Daly City, though, so I decide to get off the BART there, instead of the Embarcadero from where I usually take the Muni home.
Looking at the available transit routes in the area, I see the mall is just down the road a bit. Oh, hey I need to work out anyway - the only exercise I get these days is when I lug three loads of clothes down five floors to the laundry room. So, I tell myself, how about a nice stroll down John Daly Boulevard?
Sounded nice. Of course, by the time I actually get to the mall, I’d crossed the freeway, and hoofed the better part of a mile. Good thing it was mostly downhill.
Ookay. Get the haircut. Step outside (slightly chilly, as my neck is now unprotected) and decide not to pay three dollars for the bus home. Three dollars, because you have to transfer from a SamTrans bus to a Muni bus, and inter-city bus transfers aren’t free. Plus it’ll take over an hour, as I have to ride halfway up to Stonestown, then back down.
Hey, and it’s just a couple of streets over, and I can enjoy walking by the lake, right?
Riight.
A mile and a half of lakeside later, and I’m realizing that:
a) I should be in sweats and jogging pants, not a collared long-sleeved shirt and dress pants,
b) If I’m out getting some exercise, I should not be lugging around a heavy notebook case,
c) I skipped lunch, and I am sorta getting hungry,
d) I am wearing the wrong shoes, and they are starting to hurt…
But exercise is exercise. An hour later I stumble into the apartment, tired and hungry. But hey, as I lay back to rest my shoulders, I realized I’d just gotten paid, and for the first time in a long, long while, I am solvent. I have enough money to actually get a haircut.
And as I lay back, basking in the glow of my newly-rejuvenated bank account, tired but happy, I suddenly realized something that made my calves clench in painful terror.
It was time to do the laundry.
