I broke in a new pair of sandals the other day. Without socks! Young guys often wear socks with sandals. Black crew socks. It used to be the old fogies who did that \u2013 now, it\u2019s sort of Nuevo chic. But old guys don\u2019t want to look like those old fogies we laughed at when we were the young guys. So we don\u2019t wear the black socks. Like that\u2019s going to fool anyone. <\/p>\n
Anyhow, I had these new sandals on my bare feet, all day – walking around, riding my bike, and mowing the lawn. I ended up with blisters! \u2013 \u201cGreat!\u201d I said to myself. Now I have something to complain about on Tuesday, complaint day for the old guys I hang around with. We got tired of listening to each other\u2019s bellyaching every day, so we restrict it to one day a week. Sometimes on the off days, we have nothing to talk about. <\/p>\n
Those sandal blisters would be perfect for my turn. It\u2019s a double complaint. First, I can discuss the issue of frailty, how my whole darn body is falling apart. It isn\u2019t quite there yet, but it sure feels that way sometimes. The blisters will allow me to complain about the thin skin, something that happens to you as you age. An innocent bump into a sharp edge gets us scampering for a tissue to blot up the blood and a band-aid to stop the flow. <\/p>\n
Then, I could shift my complaint to the sandals. \u201cThey don\u2019t make them like they used to,\u201d sort of thing, and then move on to other poorly made things. Grocery bags, for instance, that I have to purchase when I forget to bring my own (which is usually the case). If you grab one of today\u2019s bags by the top edge, to heft it up so you can get your hand under the bottom, the chances are pretty good that it will tear open, causing contents to spill all over the checkout lane. I\u2019ve been that guy, holding up the line. It isn\u2019t fun! Anyhow, those blisters from my new sandals, made my day. <\/p>\n