Call me "Imelda"
During a meeting with my co-workers last week, one of those "tell us something about yourself" questions came up. I blurted out that I liked shoes. "How many pairs do you have?" someone asked. I haven't counted my shoes since sometime in 2000 when I was cleaning out my closet in preparation for an impending move. At that time the count was somewhere near 60, give or take a few. Since then I've bought and purged many times, and haven't bothered to keep count. So my boss tasked everyone on my team with going home and counting their shoes.
I knew it would be a bit of a task, so I waited until the weekend. I also made sure Cyrus wasn't around, because I think his eyes would have popped out of his head when he saw this:
That, my friends, is what 72 pairs of shoes looks like. My co-workers were impressed, and a little shocked. Admittedly, I'm a little shocked too. But I'm coping...by buying another pair.
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