Semi-Daily Scribbles

Nell bought a pair of idiotic shoes with money she didn't have. She bought the heels to impress, then berated herself for thinking anyone cared how her feet were shod. Those feet, heels or no, would be concealed behind a desk, if she got the job. A person, a very rude person, with too much time on his/her hands (and knees) would have to crouch down and crawl a ways to see those impressive, expensive heels. They were much too uncomfortable to walk around in. Nell would wear sneakers on the ride there–nobody cared what you wore on the bus–then change into those damn heels for the interview. She pictured a blister, red and weeping, erupt on the back of each ankle. Nell needed to tread lightly and walk on tiptoes to avoid unsightly blood smudges inside the idiotic shoes she'd return as soon as her job search was over.