Footnote

I wept because I had no shoes, until I met a man with no feet.

And Christ, all that guy could talk about was having no feet. He’d be, like, “Return of the King? No, I haven’t seen that movie … because I have no feet!” Or “thanks for the pie but I didn’t really enjoy it, what with the having no feet and all.”

So I reminded him that there were men with no legs. That shut him up.

Plus, then I found my shoes under the bed, so everything worked out great.

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