dys· phem· is· tic Friday, April 16, 2004
On The Danger of Toes
A bad day for feet. Getting up this morning I caught my right little toe on the mangrove-like base of the old black used office chair at my desk, pulling the disfigured antipodal digit right out of its socket. It swelled larger and grew darker as I hobbled on it through the day.
Then the heel of my sock ripped out as I tried to pull it up. Lucky it was casual day at Fiscal Interpositions Incorporated; I could wear tennis shoes instead of wingtips.
Then the heel of my sock ripped out as I tried to pull it up. Lucky it was casual day at Fiscal Interpositions Incorporated; I could wear tennis shoes instead of wingtips.
