Before I start writing I’m going to show you an adorable photo of my pets taking a nap because that’s what I want you to remember after you read this.
Now some history. I’ve always been a little strange, ask anyone in my family. Actually that doesn’t have anything to do with what I’m going to say. I think I’ll start again.
I hate being bored.
Walking a dog is kind of boring so I always bring a book and read while I walk. I had a dog for 14 years, Harry, and I read while I walked him. I have excellent peripheral vision. I never bump into anything.
I did get somewhat of a reputation in my neighborhood as the girl who’s always reading on dog walks. Clearly it isn’t something that a lot of people do.
Anyway now that I have Raymond I’ve picked up my old habit.
I’m reading a particularly good book now, a mystery by Karin Slaughter so when Ray nudged me to go out I was happy to do it.
Out we went, up 58th street to Second Avenue then downtown to 57th Street. At the corner of 57th and Second I had to look up from my book because we were planning on crossing the street when the light changed.
While we were waiting I happened to glance down at my feet. It seems I was wearing two different shoes.
I decided to cut the walk short and return home. I was really unnerved.
The only thing that made me feel better was that at least the two shoes were so similar that only the most attentive passerby would notice.