Last night I got home and had less than 5 minutes to get everyone ready, send one kid off to swimming and take two others to a baseball game.
I changed my clothes, grabbed some snacked, shoved everyone in the car and off we went. When we got to the baseball game my younger daughter said, " Dad, I forgot my shoes."
" YOU FORGOT YOUR SHOES ?!?! HOW THE HELL CAN YOU FORGET YOUR..."
Then I looked at the passengers seat and quickly noticed that in my haste to get out of the house I left my shoes right next to her shoes.
" ....errrrr, nevermind."
I called my wife and asked her to bring me sneakers over with her. In the meantime I needed something to wear as I'm one of the coaches and needed to head down to the field to get the boys warmed up. Fortunately my car is a hybrid between a gym locker and a trash dump. I dug around for a while and finally came up with some footwear ( shown below).
I'm not sure if having this pair of sneakers under the seat in my car makes me lucky or unlucky. You be the judge.
7 comments:
i'm glad something good came of that horrible night
neither lucky or unlucky, just gay.
RAD DUDE!
You should probably give those back to Hollenbach
...or to Spicolli.
hello... hapi blogging... have a nice day! just visiting here....
Totally, totally Rad. Where's the half-pipe?
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