Her:(Saunters up sloppily as I'm clearly talking to a table on the patio. Interrupts: I need you to check the lost and found for me for a pair of shoes.
Me: Shoes?
Her: Or flip flops, flip flops would work. Whatever you have.
Me: So... just any old nasty pair of shoes, not even YOUR shoes?(look down and her feet and ankles that look like christmas hams. I see one very strained high heel and one that has submitted to the pressure and snapped off.)
We do not get too many stray shoes in our lost and found so she partied on with a scarf tied around her foot to protect her lil piggies from the patio's glass shards and cigarette butts.
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