One of Life’s Gripping Questions
Where do those slippers, shoes, bakyas, rubber shoes and sandals that we have seen on the road at one time or another in our lives come from???? Why on earth are they on the road? The other day, driving along EDSA Pasay City area I spotted a pair, yes a pair of slippers in the middle of the road. They were men’s slippers. One of them was busted, but the other looked intact. Picture this: you’re walking across EDSA (god knows why when its a major thoroughfare) and your slipper breaks. So to save time and effort, you take off both your freakin slippers and leave them in the middle of the freakin road and then continue walking to the other end of the road freakin barefoot. Charles Darwin’s Theory of Evolution is becoming more evident to me everyday!
Slippers I get. Slippers I understand. I mean they do break so if I see a slipper on the road, I figure it broke and the freakin owner was too much of a pig (yeah, I consider people who leave or throw trash on the road pigs) to pick up the freakin slipper and throw it in the freakin trashcan. But what about shoes? rubber shoes? one rubber shoe in the middle of the road? What the hell happened to the other shoe? Who dropped it and why in heaven’s name didn’t he notice that he had dropped his freaking rubber shoe?!
The freakiest thing I once saw was when I was a kid and South Supermarket used to be in Magallanes. There was a car parked in an odd way along that long Magallanes road parallel to South Super Highway. It was open, but no one was inside. There was one shoe outside the driver’s door, a glamorous high heeled shoe that obviously belonged to a woman. Two policemen and other passersby surrounded the car. My mom was too dignified to stop and kibbitz like the other usis but later on our driver told us that the car had been there since early morning and there was no sign of a driver, nor of the owner of the shoe. Never heard anything about it again, but it certainly bewilders me what happened to her.
If I got out of my car and picked up every shoe, slipper, and the various footwear I see on the road hencefoth, I will probably have a huge shoe collection to beat Imelda Marcos’ after a few years. Too bad no one ever drops their Manolo Blahniks.
