She’s a little odd…

My mother always says to make sure that your underwear is matching in case you have an accident. I find myself driving extra carefully – it’s not my underwear that is mismatched but my shoes…
Hastily packed last night in the gloom of my wardrobe, I grabbed my trainers from underneath the hanging clothes and shoved them in the bottom of my rucksack. Everything else went on top. Unusually organised I thought, normally I do this in the morning. All was well until I was getting changed round at my parents’ house after work. Last item to be donned I grab the footwear and am a bit perturbed to discover that they are a pair…but not matching!
Both black, one has laces and the other velcro. No time to go home and sort it out, I have twenty minutes until my class starts – at least my trousers are long I think. Then I spot the soles, it gets better, one is thick and black the other is thin and pink. Well maybe I can start a craze although hasn’t quite got the attraction of the ‘odd socks day’. I put them on and they give me the gait of Long John Silver aboard the Hispaniola.
I can’t help smiling to myself as I do the grapevine – managing to do an extra bouncy kickback at the end…now it’s pink…now it’s black…

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