It's life's little questions that entrance me.
Tonight as I got out of my car in town, I saw one lone brown flipflop laying on the sidewalk. Child size, in good condition, it leaned kind of rakishly against the parking meter.
How does that happen? How does a person lose one shoe? Does the owner go hobbling off, not noticing that he's one shoe-less? When would he notice? When he kicked off his shoes at night, and only one plop! sounded on the floor? Or not until the next morning when he's getting dressed and is on the floor, crawling under the bed, looking for the lost mate? Will he call someone to report it missing, put on odd shoes or go shoeless the next day?
What will he do with the surviving flipflop? Will he take it out on the streets to help search? Or, sad thought, will he toss it in the trash and forget that once it was part of his favorite pair of summer sandals, carrying him to adventure and through adversity?
Ah, the mysteries of this life! So many questions, so few answers.
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