The shoes

One fee, two feet, one feet, the other feet… my feet sing a lullaby as I walk in the street; I even hear it in my head, bum bam bom « walking in the street » on some low notes, steady rhythm. I hear him as well, walking in the street, catching up with me, about to … say hello? Of course not, this would have been too easy, too common. No, no, with a very loud voice looking amazingly way below the usual line of my breast, he went on « Wow, very interesting shoes » -you read right, he was looking at my feet, and he went on- « it’s like architecture, two cylindrical rooms dancing together, rolling and rolling one after the other. » I turned around « you know, usually people say hello first. » to which he replied « Do they? but « hello » would have nothing to do with your shoes! »…. I knew it. Men and shoes, it’s a long secret and hidden story…