This Lil' Piggy Went To....A Story by AnniebuggTruancy is sometimes necessary, even as an adult. Come along with me as I skip out on work one day and enjoy the (temporary) freedom from responsibility.These guys take so much abuse. I step all over ‘em all day long. I
cram ‘em into shoes they really hate. I put sox on ‘em so they feel like
they're smothering. They get so hot sometimes I can hear ‘em whining. You don't
know scary ‘til you've heard the sole-ful mourning of feet. I remember the
first time I heard it. It sounded like the muffled whine lil' puppies make from
behind a closed door when they really want to be let loose. When they want to
run and frolic and play, then lie down in the imaginary hole they just spent
two and a half minutes digging and nod off. This must be the reason people
sometimes refer to their feet as dogs. They've heard the whining. And if ya let
it go on too long, it turns into barking… thus the phrase, "my dogs were
really barking by the end of the day."
I can't help but wonder why we do it. Cavemen didn't wear sox
and shoes. Nowhere in the historical record do we read about whining feet. I only do it 'cuz society and my boss make me. You must wear
steel toed boots to work. You may not wear open toed shoes. No shirt, no shoes,
no service. Babies can get away with not wearing shoes. We all oooohhhh and
ahhhhhh at their cute lil' toes that never stop wriggling. People take one look
at my toes and go ‘ewwwwwww... what's wrong with your pinky?’ I have a corn
from stuffing them into shoes without enough room for all of my toes every day.
Who decided that a callous should be named for a vegetable that most of us like
to eat anyway? That's just wrong. Why couldn't they call it a blob or a bluganoose
or, well hell, any word they could make up would work. That's the trouble with Merriam-Webster
types… no imagination.
One day my feet had had enough. They revolted. They sent a
message to my brain that said shut down this cash register and run! My fingers
tried to resist but the feet were just too strong. The left one was tap, tap
tapping out something like morse code and the right was humming softly waiting
for its big moment. So I did it. I signed off my register and tip-toed to the
back of the store.
My name badge in hand, hovering above the time clock, I
hesitated and listened. I swear I could hear my feet singing Born
free. I suddenly remembered someone telling us we need to listen to our
bodies. But at what price? If I left work for no good reason these feet could
be pounding the pavement seeking new employment. I looked all around me like I
was committing some sort of felony and then without another thought, I had
swiped my name badge through that hungry, hungry clock. I waited, my jaw
tightly clenched, hands curled into fists, all my muscles taut, ready for
flight. But there was only silence. No sirens. No managers. Nothing. My clandestine behavior gave me a swift adrenaline rush and I
began skipping through the store when These boots were made for walking
rang through my ears.
Impulsively my feet began doing The Bristol Stomp as I boldly danced through the double doors
out into the sunshine.
I went through intervals of courage and cowardice all the way to
my car. Once there I had a renewed burst of energy and quickly stripped my
shoes and sox away and threw them in the back. My toes curled up into a smile
and I dived into the driver’s seat. I drove with the windows down and the A/C
blaring. I know… kinda defeats the whole idea of cooling down. But I needed the
freedom of the breeze all around me. I had no plans for my truancy so I just
drove to see where these feet would take me.
There were tunes in my head… I can see clearly now the rain is
gone….Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy… I feel
duh duh duh duh duh duh duh So good, so fine… On the road again, I just can't
wait to get on the road again. Then I was there. I jumped
out of the car… then had to go back to turn off the engine. But I was there. I
slid down the bank in my bare feet and plunged them both into the cool
refreshing water of the Spring River. I think I must have been singing some
sort of aria in an unfamiliar key because when I looked around fishermen and
mallards alike were staring at me. I guess they've never seen happy feet
before. I just smiled, threw my head back and enjoyed the moment. How many of
these could you get in a lifetime?
There's a lot to be said for spontaneity. Or as my boss called
it when I was summoned into her office the next day, insubordination. I thought
my explanation would merit forgiveness, if not, then surely a giggle. "I
was powerless to stop. My heart heard a voice and I felt compelled to follow my
sole". © 2012 AnniebuggReviews
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2 Reviews Added on November 3, 2012 Last Updated on November 3, 2012 AuthorAnniebuggARAboutI'm an old hippie with 3 grown sons and 6 grandchildren with 1 more on the way. My career was always motherhood so I never experienced the business world other than to have several menial jobs here an.. more..Writing
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