I’m feeling disproportionately cranky this evening. That is to say that my level of crank is higher than my level of actual discomfort. Unless you count the discomfort brought on by crank itself, and then things level out nicely.
I have determined that the aforementioned crank stems from three things.
1. My phone died. As in DIED. As in I spent an hour on the phone with someone from Motorola and then drove to two different cell phone dealers only to be told “oh, yeah, it’s dead.”
The good news is that it’s still under warranty so they’re overnighting me a new phone. And I got a loaner phone for in the meantime. So this is why I shouldn’t technically be as cranky as I am.
But I am.
2. My feet are weird.
Last year about this time I had the following conversation with one of my friends/coworkers, Beth.
Beth: I need new walking shoes.
Me: Me, too. I just dread having to break a new pair in.
Beth: You have to break in walking shoes?
Me: Yeah. Of course. You know how it takes a couple of months to wear holes in that padding stuff at the back of the shoe so that it will stop giving you blisters?
Beth: (says nothing but looks at me like I’m a freak)
Me: You know… How you have to wear holes in your shoes so they don’t hurt?
Beth: Um…Ally…you shouldn’t have to wear holes in your shoes to keep them from hurting.
Me: No. Really, you do. Look in my closet. Every pair of treadmill shoes I OWN have two identical holes in the back of the shoe.
Beth: Yeah, they shouldn’t do that.
Me: YOUR shoes don’t have holes in them?
Beth: No one’s shoes have holes in them.
Me: So how do you reach the point when your feet don’t blister and bleed when you walk?
Beth: YOUR FEET BLEED WHEN YOU WALK?
Me: Only a little.
Beth: Buy new shoes. Seriously. BUY NEW SHOES.
And thus began the great hunt for shoes that DO NOT result in massive blisters on the backs of my heels.
The hunt isn’t going so well.
Last week I actually went to a store in town where you have to walk on a treadmill and they watch you and do all these crazy things, and I bought a pair of shoes…
And now my feet are bleeding.
WHY OH WHY HAVE I BEEN CURSED WITH THESE FREAK OF NATURE FEET?!?!?!
3. Maybe there is no three on second thought, but that doesn’t make one or two any less crankified.
-Ally
