Don’t Be So Obtuse

Charlie Wrigley wrote this mid-afternoon:

In a rush this morning, I slipped on my black shoes.

I have it timed to the exact second, when I have to get up and be out the door. Today I hit the snooze button one too many times, rationalizing with myself how I could explain being 9 minutes tardy. Traffic. Car problems. Had to wait for the plumber.

Today is a bad day for that shit. Tuesdays we have a company meeting - all the departments. All the bosses. You look like a schmuck no matter how good your excuse is showing up late.

So I got ready in about 7 minutes. Throwing together a God-awful ensemble. Blue striped shirt, shiny blue-ish-green tie and brown pinstripe pants. Too many fucking stripes.

Brown socks, brown belt, and black shoes.

Black shoes.

I walked into the building like Andy Dufrane before he escaped, praying to God the warden or any other guards notice my shoes.

It’s been a long day of keeping my shoes under my desk, and no crossed legs all day. If I go anywhere today, I go fast. Like a fucking comic book character.

Thank God it’s almost over.

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