So it’s August in Seattle, when I typically go barefoot most of the time anyway, but the kids had put this on my possible ‘I Never’ list a long time ago, and since I’m getting close to completing 365 ‘I Nevers’, I figured I better get this one in. So today, when we packed up all of our stuff and headed to Grandma’s house, I left the shoes behind.
We had to stop at the store and Todd said, “Why don’t I get stuff for drinks, and you get some food for the kids.” “Okay,” I said, “but I don’t have any shoes on.” “You can’t go in the store with no shoes on!” was Todd’s reply. But I did anyway. There wasn’t a sign on the doors that said, “No shoes, no shirt, no service!” so I waltzed right in and did my shopping. The floor was cold but clean and nothing stuck to my feet like it does at my house. And not a single person noticed.
We spent the day by Grandma’s pool, so the rest of the barefoot day was pretty uneventful, but as we were leaving I started looking for my shoes. Then when I parked the car when we got home I looked all over for my flip-flops. Duh, this is barefoot day!