Monday, 2 December 2019

I Can't Think Of A Title, How's This - When It Rains

Middle son G is 18. He wears shoes.
He pays for his own clothes and shoes because up until recently he had a job in an umbrella factory.
(Not really an umbrella factory, but inside joke for those who have read my Fries book.)
G needs sneakers for gym class which he remembers to bring with him but sadly forgets in the Uber.
I am driving him to school when he tells me the story. He is supposed to get there on his own but it is pelting rain and I guess I'm a sucker.
"This all happened yesterday?"
"Yeah. Mom don't worry though. They were very worn out."
"The ones with holes in the bottom?"
"Nah. Those are downstairs. These ones have holes on the sides."
(I guess you will have to find a new umbrella factory to work in/at)
We pull up to school.
Rain still coming down.
"Mom look."
I look through the window and catch a glimpse of worn out Vans, leaning gently against the chain link fence.

The Uber driver brought them back.

Lessons Learned:
1. If you spend all your money on Ubers, you will not be able to afford new shoes.
2. If you need shoes for gym class, hope for rain, your Mom might give you a lift and you will have job security working in an umbrella factory.
3. At first glance it seems like Uber driver was a saint for bringing the shoes back to school but if you can imagine teenage boy sneakers worn to holes and then left in the rain to soak and then left in the car to dry off we can speculate that perhaps the driver could no longer breathe and was longing for the fresh scent of pine air freshener.


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