A non-political event of November 4.

[uvula_fr_b4]

I've finally experienced a circumstance in which I could see myself wearing a pair of Birkenstocks:

I broke my little toe on Election Day. By kicking the fridge.

No, I wasn't trying to kick the fridge; it just sort of happened while I was flailing to recover my balance after being tripped by one of my cats

Comments

Re: oh no, you can't do that, once you started wearing those shoes....

[uvula_fr_b4]

It's not just open-toed shoes that the perverts human resource professionals are prohibiting: they're also deeply concerned about closed-toe (??) shoes with a wide mouth that reveals just a tantalizing hint of (*LE GASP!*) -- toe cleavage. Y'know: where you can see the beginnings of where the toes separate but not the toes in their glorious entirety.

Because apparently toe cracks -- or at least female toe cracks -- get everybody thinking about certain other nooks and crannies.

And hey, you don't have to suggest: my job does indeed suck the fabled Great Hairy Bird of song and legend. As for "there is another world, there is a better world," well, I certainly hope so, but you couldn't prove it by me. I can't even score a second job in this state, never mind a better first job.

[saralinda]

I dare you to wear giant clown shoes to work. And then when people point them out, look at them like they're crazy and say "What clown shoes? What are you talking about?"

"toe cleavage"...wow, your workplace dress code would double as soft porn for the foot fetish crowd...

toe-tally ridiculous

[uvula_fr_b4]

Yeah; I have an odd urge to rent John Waters' Polyester to marvel once again at the antics of the "Baltimore Foot Stomper"....

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