fracas

Last month I had a birthday but hadn’t told anyone about it. When, as part of a non-related conversation it came out that my birthday had passed, a certain employer of mine offered this small gift, pictured here, as a reward for my hard work.

Quite lovely, you might say… except that he had only agreed to send one and I assure you, fracas is a two legged (with obviously then, two feet as well) kind of gal.

Now originally, I’d not planned on making a fuss about it because as employers go, he’s quite tolerant. Sometimes I don’t show up for days because I’m ’stoned’, other times I ‘forget’ which filing cabinet his credit card might be hiding and have no explanation for why there are charges on it for things like vacations, and massages.  

I did whine a bit though, and suggested that perhaps he send an alternate choice along to my post office box which I so helpfully, display the address for in the sidebar of this very own blog.

He declined though, and that caused me a fair amount of worrying once I’d found this ABC news article about the dangers of wearing flip-flops. Imagine the horror of learning

“Walking in flip-flops is a possible cause of aches and pains all over the body, according to a new study from the American College of Sports Medicine.

In fact, podiatrists say that summer’s favorite footwear is responsible for more health problems than any other type of shoes, even high heels.”

Now, I hadn’t had more than a day to fret about why the old git would want to harm me so by gifting me with such a torture device, when o my surprise, this morning I was awakened by the doorbell and standing there was none other than a polite young courier boy bearing a box for me!

The contents were, as you can see, not the strappy bits of shoe-heaven I’d suggested he send, but a choice he felt was more health-conscious than his first choice… or even my second choice.

Click the photo if you dare, to see a larger version of Daddy Papersurfer’s idea of a good pair of shoes.

Oh well… a gift is a gift I guess.

I’m just not sure I have the wardrobe to go with them. I guess I’ll have to whine and moan and hope more of you click on that lovely pair of boobs in the sidebar to help me out with that.

And I really will give the old git a break. Most secretaries don’t even get that, so I shall from here on in, stop complaining and show my appreciation with a bit of rhyme.
 

Ode To An Old Git A Gift-Giving Boss

There once was a papersurfer senior, who promised to send me some shoes…
a reward for retrieving his papers, on the floor he so often did lose.

He said he was sending some sandals, rather, said he was sending just one…
who knows why he’d think that was useful, old people have a wierd sense of fun.

I waited for the postman to get here, even bought a much larger mailbox…
in hopes that he’d honor his promise, so I could lose these darn winter socks!

One day after a great many moons passed, I answered the bell just to see…
that courier boy with an ear to ear grin, holding a package that was just for me.

I’d hoped for the strappy blue sandals, and would’ve settled for two cute flip-flops…
what I got wasn’t one or the other, but I sure won’t be busting his chops.

‘Cause in the end it’s not what the gift is, not if it was pricey or cheap…
the old git, he cared for my tootsies, and that is a gift I can keep!

(But seriously folks… click the boobs and help me buy some clothes that will go with these things because honestly, I don’t have a thing to wear with them!)

Come to think of it, perhaps I should sell them on eBay? I’m sure someone from here would want a pair of these things.