So, I remember when I was young and my older sister was leaving for college or someplace else requiring the use of an aeroplane. Her flight left very early in the morning and us chillins all rolled out of bed, changed out of our onesies and climbed into the car. Upon arrival at the Columbus International Airport we found, to everyone’s amusement, that I had forgotten my shoes. After getting their fair share of laughs in somebody decided that the only thing to do was dig into my sister’s luggage and grab me a pair of socks to wear. This plan worked great, though I must admit to feeling a bit silly walking through the terminal wearing *pink socks with sequins. At least I wasn’t still wearing my onesy.
Okay. Fast forward a bunch of years. I am now 27 years old. I wear shorts and a t-shirt to bed. I live nowhere near the Columbus Airport. And yet I still woke up really early and I still forgot my shoes. And those people in my life who are supposed to support me and help in times of trial just laughed and laughed. This time, though, I opted out of the socks and went barefoot all day just to spite ’em.
*In all reality the socks where probably just plain white, but because it’s my fuzzy memory I will clear it up however I like.