Today was weird.

Several times in the past 2 weeks we have tried to get theMan shoes but no one has had them in his size. Today we went to Finish Line at a mall just to check. He found a pair and of course they weren’t in his size. But then we became aware of an interesting phenomenon. Did you know that part of the job requirements of working at Finish Line is to walk around and dribble a ball? The only guy not helping someone was the guy with the ball. When I asked him to get a size 12, he looked distressed and called over to another employee to help us. She couldn’t because she was with someone so he passed off his ball to another employee with the orders “Keep dribbling.” I shit you not.

So the next time you find yourself out of a job or barely making ends meet, go apply at your local Finish Line. Just ask for the application for “Douche Bag that dribbles the ball.”

Later we were walking to pick up something to drink and a lady was playing with a dog tied to a parking meter. When we walked by she said to us, “his hair is naturally curly,” laughed manically and walked off.

Welcome to Crazy World.