You’re In the Wrong Store

I was shopping on Friday at a different grocery store than my usual one. As I was wheeling my cart along, one of the employees pointed at my feet and said, “You’re in the wrong store.”

But I bet it’s not what you think.

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They Don’t Know Why — They Just Know

There’s a new commercial out for American Airlines for their lie-flat seats in First and Business class.

And the commercial depicts the passenger violating their Contract of Carriage.

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Barefoot Shopping

Going out shopping barefoot can sometimes be a bit of a crap shoot. If you are going to a new place, you never really know what to expect. But that can also be true of places that you shop at regularly, since there might be a pelmatophobe on duty that day who causes trouble.

But other times it can be gratifying when store employees simply express interest.

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Soles

I thought I’d show a few pictures of bare feet in regular use. These both come from the National Geographic.

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Fear and Breastfeeding in Las Vegas

Fear and Breastfeeding in Las Vegas is the name of a blog entry from The Leaky Boob, a “lactivist” (love the word) blog about breastfeeding. It’s a great story (go read it) of a breastfeeding mother standing up to a restaurant in Las Vegas that questioned her breastfeeding of her child there.

I also think it is related to barefooting (though, of course, I can find that just about everything is related to barefooting).

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Ice Cream for the Soul

We had that snow storm go through on Friday. (Draco, the Weather Channel called it.)

Well worth a barefoot tromp.

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Publicly Accommodating

It can be frustrating being a barefooter (NSS). It seems that there is always somebody around who not only has bought into the myths, but also feels that it is their duty to enforce those myths.

We’ve seen that with my library lawsuits.

But on the other side, progress is made. After one goes barefoot for a while one becomes known throughout one’s life as one who never (or rarely) wears shoes, and there will be people who are sympathetic (or sometimes, amazingly, even admiring). They will note one as “their” customer. And they will even accommodate barefooting.

I’ve had a few of those, including one last Friday.

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To the Courthouse

As a result of my mother’s death a month and a half ago, I had to go to the Franklin County Courthouse to visit the Probate Court yesterday.

I’ve had a number of unfortunate incidents with them in the past, so I wasn’t quite sure how things would go.

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Utopia

How ’bout another poem from Byron Williams?

Utopia is in much the same vein as Barefoot Days.

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Vote Barefoot!

Today is of course election day across the United States.

You might as well vote barefoot.

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Civilized

In a comment to “Smiley: Barefoot Australian Boy”, Victor asks:

Watching movies like this, I always ask myself a bitter question: how come that my generation, and myself as a child, were deprived of such a natural and great thing as going barefoot everywhere? Why did all those hangups about bare feet develop?

I have a possible theory.

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Smiley: Barefoot Australian Boy

I thought folks might be interesting about this old movie, about Smiley. It’s based on a book by the same name by Moore Raymond, and is often referred to as the “Huckleberry Finn” of Australia.

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On Martha’s Vineyard

Here’s a very nice recollection of bare feet on Martha’s Vineyard.

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Oh, Nuts!

As I was exiting the Observatory Circle after at the Octagon Open House after my Mound Walk, there were a whole bunch of nuts on the golf cart pavement. I had somebody ask me, “Do you know what kind of nuts those are?” “Hickories, probably pignut hickories.” “Thanks. Aren’t those rather hard to step on?” “I just don’t step on them, but even if I do (I said as I stepped on one), it’s not much trouble. My foot folds around it.”

But there are some nuts . . .

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It’s a Bird! It’s a Plane! It’s . . .

Ridiculous.

Since I spent the weekend examining airport escalators for barefootedness, (See Ya Escalator, Alligator), I think most folks can figure out that I did so while flying.

The airline contracts of carriage are simply ridiculous.

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