A picture of me at the beginning of my Monday hike would show me in a bright green Aéropostale shirt, cheap brown plaid shorts, my bad (bad…bad as in good) bare feet, and a nothing-can-take-this-one-down! sort of expression. Well, by the end of the hike, that picture would be pretty much the same, except for two things…I’d have a pair of sunglasses perched atop my overgrown head (Maybe I need a haircut…but maybe not?), and I’d have sandals on.
First, the sunglasses.
Okay, okay, okay, so I found this really cool pair of sunglasses just off the trail that I found when I stepped outta the hot sun to—
(Together!) SLOW DOWN, JP!!!
Sheesh, y’all can’t untwist my run-on sentence? Well were you expecting, what do you think I am, a writer?
Okay. So, it was like the hottest day of the week, and I stepped off the trail to find some shade. Looking down, I saw among the short, withering vegetation, a pair of totally 90’s wraparound sunglasses hiding in the grass. Normally, I’m not even a sunglasses person, for design and functional reasons.
Fooey on that.
These glasses were EXTRA special! So, I sacked my regular glasses, just for the sheer pleasure of looking like one of the cool kids from Wishbone.
Ok, so now the shades story is out of the way…
Sigh. Truth be told, my bad bare feet weren’t that “bad,” and…Okay, I stepped on a rusty nail and spent the night in the ER getting a tetanus shot.
That’s the short story.
The long story is, while waiting æons for the doctor to show up and bawl me out about walking barefoot, (I tried to avoid it, I tried to explain that there’s a barefoot movement…Yes, I was on a mountain without shoes…No, you’re right, I’m not a Native American, sir…yes, those other scars are from running through thorns last Saturday…) I utilized the ample time that they gave me (and a nice pen) to daydream…all over that paper that they put on the ER bed.
Rusty nail: 1. Cabit: 1. Hospital boredom: 0.