So I'm running with one shoe when suddenly one of the zombies wises up and changes the direction of her pursuit. Damn! We both stop and stare each other down. Lo and behold, it's my cousin Edith. I'm suddenly torn. I know I must defend myself regardless. I look down at my feet and use the only weapon I have at my disposal: my other shoe...it's useless now anyway. I take it off and throw it in Edith's direction with all the gusto I can manage. I have a pretty good arm but the shoe lands anti-climatically at her feet. She leans over to pick it up with a look of delight on her face, does a happy little dance, and leaves.
They're pretty great shoes.

3 comments:
Muu-hu-hu-wah-ha-haaaaa!
That's hilarious!
IS this what it's like to have a shoe fettish?
You really do love those shoes, don't you? They're like the blanket some cuddle up to at night. Precious ... and awesome. Zombies make everything better. Especially when they're dizzy.
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