Shaylor
If the Shoe Fits...
I was wandering about Rogers, taking wireless readings for my job, when I came across a couple of locked rooms.
On the right was a room labeled 'conference room'. It had a copy machine, a rickety table with a fake wood finish, and no windows. It was guarded by a grad student who must've had some form of erectile dysfunction and took his problem out on me. I assured him that all the females in the building were concentrated at the far end of the hall, so there was no need to get worked up about my encroachment on his territory.
On the left was a room labeled 'instrumentation lab'. I got in there much more easily. While taking my readings, I spotted this poor shoe. At this point I was thankful for two things:
1. The capitalist system that drives competing shoe companies to determine precisely how steps I can take before before I'm out of rubber.
2. That I am not the poor soul who instruments the minutiae of said wear for a living.
If the Shoe Fits...
I was wandering about Rogers, taking wireless readings for my job, when I came across a couple of locked rooms.
On the right was a room labeled 'conference room'. It had a copy machine, a rickety table with a fake wood finish, and no windows. It was guarded by a grad student who must've had some form of erectile dysfunction and took his problem out on me. I assured him that all the females in the building were concentrated at the far end of the hall, so there was no need to get worked up about my encroachment on his territory.
On the left was a room labeled 'instrumentation lab'. I got in there much more easily. While taking my readings, I spotted this poor shoe. At this point I was thankful for two things:
1. The capitalist system that drives competing shoe companies to determine precisely how steps I can take before before I'm out of rubber.
2. That I am not the poor soul who instruments the minutiae of said wear for a living.