Party Foul in the Coffee Shop

Party Foul in the Coffee Shop

Okay…I’m sitting in a coffee shop and trying to read ‘til my eyes bleed just to keep up with all the work I have for my classes. Well, I am really getting into a section in my book and a horrendous odor creeps into my nostrils. At first I bend down to see if I did anything…not me. What in the world is that? I look around and a girl has got her shoes off and is sitting in a couch behind me without a clue that her feet are distracting everyone around her. How do I know…the person next to me mimics what I do and leaves.

Anyway, if you’re worrying that I might blow the horn on your feet…just wash them and don’t distract others. As for me, I apologize to those in my OT Theology class who had to smell my feet last week. Until today, I thought I was the only one who would smell my feet. Kind of like a kid playing hide and seek and thinks the world can’t see them because they have their eyes covered.

  • Michael Casey
    Posted at 14:03h, 03 October Reply

    Hi Wireman,

    I think TBI can still smell your feet. We miss you guys.

    Love and peace,

  • Matthew Wireman
    Posted at 11:28h, 04 October Reply

    I washed them today…By the way – to go along with the theme of earthiness I am growing a beard! That’s right. I have been called “Mountain Man” twice in the last three days.

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