White Pump Season

 

I ran into an old co-worker/friend Glenda yesterday across the street at the main county building, and she told me:

 

“You know what I hate about Spring?” asked Glenda.

“What?”  I asked.  I was a little surprised with hearing the words “hate” and “Spring” in the same sentence, because I truly love Spring—it’s my favorite season.

“White shoes.”  Glenda exclaimed.

 

We then looked at eachother and burst into laughter.

 

 

You know the shoes we’re talking about?  The whiter than white, almost glow in the dark white pumps you can find in rows upon rows at the local Payless Shoes?  There is nothing wrong really with white shoes, but some women feel like they have to wear them on the first day of Spring for some reason.  I mean, white shoes are fine and everything—but, I just don’t feel to comfortable in white pumps.   I think having a size 8 1/2 / 9 shoe is just too big to be sporting white pumps.  I’ll do the flat white ballet type shoes, but not the pumps.  There was this very tall and thin employee that used to work with us, who loved white pumps.  We called her “The Flapper”.  Her white shoes looked like two life boats trudging through the office—they seemed to be the biggest part of her body.  I just read that Paris Hilton wears a size 10 shoe by the way.  I wonder if she has brought out her white pumps.  Something tells me though she didn’t buy hers a Payless-no doubt.

 

Well, as of 3/20 at 5:21 pm, it is officially Spring!  Yeah!!  As I drove to work yesterday, I realized that I was dressed very un-Springy.   Grey pants, black shirt, black blazer, black shoes..basically-nothing like Spring.   Oh well, no matter.  It was a busy day yesterday.  One co-worker is out the whole week for vacation, the other clerical was gone on a family emergency, and of course our receptionist was not here yesterday because of the mysterious virus she keeps getting each week….(she isn’t here today either)..  SO, I was the only clerical in the office yesterday.  It was a very busy day involving irrational people, as well as smelly ones.  The flaky woman who is leaving soon (yeah from the flyer I had to make for) calls in and says:  “Uhh…  I can be reached by my cell, but I am not going to talk to anybody.  I may come in “later.”  (laughs)  I’m really “short timing it.”  Okay, whatever..  No, Idon’t really feel guilty anymore about drawing that moustache on her face..  Nope, not at all now.  I should have included some bunny ears.   Too bad I threw it away, huh?