Technicolor Toes

It was late. I was late. I pushed open the men's room door and rushed into the last stall where there is more room to change.

It was Wednesday. At 5:45 we'd be running the hills. But I was late, and I dreaded the prospect of crawling in end-of-day traffic knowing that the others were warming up, knowing that I was going to be late.

So I threw my bag onto the floor in haste and quickly pulled off my clothes and put on my running shorts and shirt. And as I bent down to put on my socks, as I stood there with my head at knee-level, I looked at my feet and saw my painted toenails, pink and glittering lavender.

Only a few days before, I had been standing in the sun on the dock by the beach 1500 miles away watching my aunt and nieces paint my toes. It seemed like a good idea at the time, so I suggested alternating pink and lavender. They came up with the glitter. It made for a nice effect. Or so it seemed then.

But now, as I stood there in the bathroom stall at work bent over about to pull my socks onto my technicolor toes, I looked over and saw a pair of leather shoes in the stall beside me. There was not a sound in the room. His shoes didn't move. If I could see his feet, I knew he could see mine.

Busted.

In a rush, I yanked my two socks on and then my shoes, leaving the laces for later. And I quickly pushed my work clothes into my bag and opened the stall door and rushed out to my car.

I think I made it out of there in time.

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Kos coins Poindexter Rights:

You have the right to amnesia. You have the right to plausible denial. You have the right to assert urgency and secrecy. You have the right to wrap yourself in the flag. You have the right to Presidential pardons.

Ha!

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