blog readers have been commenting on my trip to London, so I may as well give you the deets on what happened my first day in the UK:
Cara and I had taken the bus up to Harrod's and were enjoying ourselves in the big city. Just as we started walking back along the sidewalk, what do I do but step in the most GINORMOUS pile of poop you have ever seen -- RIGHT THERE IN THE MIDDLE OF SIDEWALK OUTSIDE OF HARROD'S. God it was hideous!
Well, my shoe was completely slimed with crap (human or dog I'll never know). As my gag reflex is immediately triggered by this sort of thing, I decided the only solution was to buy a new pair of shoes. This was not as easy as it seemed...we spent the rest of day in search of a shoe store along the lines of Foot Locker, which apparently don't exist in the proximity of Harrod's. I left my 'mark' in a few upscale shoe depts, but we finally found an athletic shoe store where I purchased a pair of Nikes for oh about 100 US. Could have bought them at the Nike outlet here for about 25. I'm sure. And then I made the shoe salesman throw the poop shoes away. My brand new Shox. poo hoo.
14 comments:
"poo hoo" - classic.
that actually started out as a typo, but obs it was meant to be.
oh god I never thought about reality TV. You're probably right, and they followed us through all of those stores while I trailed poop everywhere.
lol - falling off my chair - dodo - can you imagine if you were trailing tp as well - you should e-mail pixie and see if you are on some bbc blooper (or is it pooper) show . . .
You were so on a Brit Reality Show. Start searching youtube! You could be famous in small bundle fetish circles.
LOL - this is SUCH a "pick-me-up" scenario - poor lavs - but it is right in there with the b and the salty old boater . . .
I don't KNOW that story!
i guess it could have been worse...you could have had a bundle in your swimsuit while being stuck at "Pins and Fins"
true that. But I don't think the B had to buy a new swimsuit afterwards.
Dying here! Imagining Lil Chub Deb with a huge spandex bundle and none of the sibs helping her out.
she was trying to keep it a secret so she didn't ASK for help. Altho how you can keep poop in a Speedo secret, I dunno. ;-0
salty old boater - when dad made jon pancakes for breakfast and put butter and syrup on them and jon fell apart because "why did you put on butter? you KNOW i don't like butter" and dad answered "because i'm a mean, ornery sob, that's why" and then went to work. When he got home that night b greeted him with "HHHIII Dad! how's the SOB??" and when his moustache stood straight out she said "I THOUGHT IT MEANT SALTY OLD BOATER!!"
ok Now I remember the SOB part. And he still gave her 20 bucks after she had asked every night for like 2 years. I miss that guy!
don't you know it - there are times when i catch a glimpse of dob or Pete and they can look exactly like him - takes my breath away
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