Waiting for the other Shoe to Drop: Origins
Its source would seem to be the following story. A man comes in late at night to a lodging house, rather the worse for wear. He sits on his bed, drags one shoe off and drops it on the floor. Guiltily remembering everyone around him trying to sleep, he takes the other one off much more carefully and quietly puts in on the floor. He then finishes undressing and gets into bed. Just as he is drifting off to sleep, a shout comes from the man in the room below: “Well, drop the other one then! I can’t sleep, waiting for you to drop the other shoe!”. This may come from music hall or vaudeville, though it would seem that nobody has been able to tie it down more precisely.
Its source would seem to be the following story. A man comes in late at night to a lodging house, rather the worse for wear. He sits on his bed, drags one shoe off and drops it on the floor. Guiltily remembering everyone around him trying to sleep, he takes the other one off much more carefully and quietly puts in on the floor. He then finishes undressing and gets into bed. Just as he is drifting off to sleep, a shout comes from the man in the room below: “Well, drop the other one then! I can’t sleep, waiting for you to drop the other shoe!”. This may come from music hall or vaudeville, though it would seem that nobody has been able to tie it down more precisely.
TRAMP SHOES
One other bit of gossip--well this is the truth- as I suspected it myself for quite several years--I discovered that it was true that one of the pair of secretary shoes was spreading her laces for all the wingtips in the office. The wingtips were not trying both shoes, instead she was giving the wingtips who were interested spit and shine jobs. She was shining them up --reeeeal good. She was discovered by another pair of secretary shoes. She came back from lunch reeking of toesex jam and the other pair of secretary shoes told her she smelled of toesex jam and needed to go to the store and buy some mouthwash and got a wash for her shoe "bottoms" as well. We deal with the public and her condition after lunch was not acceptable. Well trampshoes got mad because she was told that she smelled like toejam sex! Those two pair of secretary shoes have been feuding ever since, stomping and stepping all over each others toes. Doesn't trampshoes realize that most of the shoes in the office have eyes and have long know or suspected her of giving spit and shine jobs?
Wake up and smell your own toesex jam!!!!
What do you think? Was it wrong to tell trampshoes she smelled of toesex jam? Was it right of trampshoes to get mad instead of running in shame to the bathroom to attend to herself? Let me know what you think.
One other bit of gossip--well this is the truth- as I suspected it myself for quite several years--I discovered that it was true that one of the pair of secretary shoes was spreading her laces for all the wingtips in the office. The wingtips were not trying both shoes, instead she was giving the wingtips who were interested spit and shine jobs. She was shining them up --reeeeal good. She was discovered by another pair of secretary shoes. She came back from lunch reeking of toesex jam and the other pair of secretary shoes told her she smelled of toesex jam and needed to go to the store and buy some mouthwash and got a wash for her shoe "bottoms" as well. We deal with the public and her condition after lunch was not acceptable. Well trampshoes got mad because she was told that she smelled like toejam sex! Those two pair of secretary shoes have been feuding ever since, stomping and stepping all over each others toes. Doesn't trampshoes realize that most of the shoes in the office have eyes and have long know or suspected her of giving spit and shine jobs?
Wake up and smell your own toesex jam!!!!
What do you think? Was it wrong to tell trampshoes she smelled of toesex jam? Was it right of trampshoes to get mad instead of running in shame to the bathroom to attend to herself? Let me know what you think.
Spalding walk/run hereand what an enlightening weekend it has been. I spent the weekend standing all day for both days working the check in register at an island resort. Even Spalding walk/run has to work 2 jobs from time to time. I was surrounded by a sea of white sneakers of all sorts. We all have to be white to work the weekends. I felt like a clone. You could not tell my uniqueness from any other white sneaker I was near.
I did find out a bit of gossip. I do not know quite what to think. Just found out that a work aquaintance- a pair of ladies pumps is friend's with a pair of wingtips. She allows wingtips to use her home to see other ladies pumps, sandals, slingbacks and boots. Wingtips just has to leave the closet as he found it. Wingtips is forever bound to another set of wedding pumps. What is she thinking??? Why would she let wingtips use her closet for random shoe bootycalls? What kind of friend is she really? She dirties the name of a good shoe. I think she is the lowest kind of sole there is. I do not think I have ever heard of a ladies pair of pumps actually helping a pair of wingtips to cheat on his weding pumps.
Just scandalous!
I did find out a bit of gossip. I do not know quite what to think. Just found out that a work aquaintance- a pair of ladies pumps is friend's with a pair of wingtips. She allows wingtips to use her home to see other ladies pumps, sandals, slingbacks and boots. Wingtips just has to leave the closet as he found it. Wingtips is forever bound to another set of wedding pumps. What is she thinking??? Why would she let wingtips use her closet for random shoe bootycalls? What kind of friend is she really? She dirties the name of a good shoe. I think she is the lowest kind of sole there is. I do not think I have ever heard of a ladies pair of pumps actually helping a pair of wingtips to cheat on his weding pumps.
Just scandalous!
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