I woke up this morning at around 06.00 hours. I scratched my tired old head, put my feet on the floor and went to the bathroom. My mouth was dry so I went into my kitchen and made myself a cup of coffee, white no sugar. I heard a meow, it was my cat Molly wanting to come in. I lifted myself off the stool and opened the back door. Molly jumped on to the work surface and kept on butting me on the head, just like lions do.
I then went to the cupboard and gave the cat some food. Looking out of my window there was a hint of pink in the dark morning sky, looks like it will be a nice day. Because the morning looked good I decided to have another cup, get the caffeine into the system. I don't drink de-caff I live life in the fast lane.
Off I went and showered and shaved, a good aftershave, and some talc, I was all shiny, ready for the day. I put some bead in the toaster, thick cut, and had some toast with real butter, again only the fast lane for me. Having had my toast I went to the front room to watch the news, as it is Saturday it was all sports so I turned it off.
"What shall I do today"? I asked myself, go shopping, play golf, read the papers, the options were endless. Then it hit me! I've got some new shoes, trainers I'll put them on. So off to the wardrobe and picked up the box and took it back to the front room. As I removed the lid I realized there was some tissue paper, used for packing, that cheered me up. The packing was poked all the way inside the shoes right down to the toes. When taking the paper out I thought, as it was on the front room floor, that how can they get so much paper inside a pair of shoes. The mind boggles.
So there they were, (out of the box) how ya doing box?, on my front room carpet they looked smashing. My problem now was to think what colour socks shall I put on with these, black, white or multi coloured.
I was a bit confused as socks are important. So I went into the bedroom to wake up my wife. Vigerously shaking her shoulder she woke up with a start, a look of panic in her sleepy face. "What"? she said, with a little bit of anger in her voice. "Sorry dear but I can't decide what socks to wear with my new shoes"? My wife jumped out of bed and flew over to the sock drawer. "You should have wakened me earlier" she said and she came over to me with some black socks with little aligators on them.
So the dilemma was solved and I put on my new shoes. They were fantastic, I seemed to float around the house, I was a different man. If my legs could speak they would have said "thank you". So now I was dressed and ready, I was going down to the shop to get a news paper.
As I walked towards the shop a stranger crossed over the road and said, with his eyes wide with amazement, "I like your shoes," he said, "Are they comfortable"? "Yes," I said, "It,s not like walking it's like floating." The stranger looked me in the eye and said with conviction, "You are a very lucky man, very lucky," Then off he went. As I floated into the paper shop the man behind the counter remarked,"Where did you get those beauties." So I told him and I could see he was impressed, so impressed he let me have my newspaper for free.
So off I floated back home sat down in my comfy chair, put a stool under my legs so I could look at my shoes as I read my paper. "What a fantastic morning I have had so far I wonder what the afternoon will bring"? To cut a long story short I made loads of new friends that day, I also ran into my boss who gave me a huge pay rise. Women flocked to see my shoes, cars beeped their horns as they drove
past.
I also bought a lottery ticket, and I won millions of pounds, if it were not for my shoes I would not have bothered going out again to get the ticket. So I have now moved to Hollywood, networks are pleading with me to do a talk show and my wife has had a face lift and her boobs done. Who would have thought a pair of shoes could change your life so drastically, not me.