Went down to the Brooklyn Market for some ice-cold beer on this hot-ass, sweaty day and saw a ho on the stroll with no teeth and a limp.
The nurse in me was watching her limp, trying to ascertain the medical affliction that impeded her ability to ambulate properly.
I then realized that on her right foot was some sort of platform flip-flop,
and on the left foot...???
...nothing.
She only had one shoe, and she was going to wear the one shoe she had, by god.
I wondered if she rotated her one shoe to the other foot when the bare one got sore.
Then a silver mini-van pulled up to the curb, she leaned into the passenger window, negotiated the terms of her impending contract and got in.
The van turned down a side-street and they disappeared.
I wonder if she'll use any of that money to buy another shoe. |
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