"Alyssa, what? Go on, what were you saying, what was it about NYU? Go on, what were you saying?"
She kept gazing off toward the corner of the room, smiling.
"What? Oh, sorry, I was just looking at all those shoes...... hmm......what did you say?"
That just struck me as hilariously funny.
As many of my fellow NYC dwellers do, we ask that visitors take off their shoes when they arrive at our apartment. The streets are filled with all sorts of unmentionable this-and-that and you can keep a much cleaner house if the Outside Shoes are left at the door.
Some folks are quite the fascists when it comes to street shoes while others --- not so much. The former gives the ardent purveyor of footwear quite the visual banquet upon entering a busy household.
Alyssa was lost in thought at our collection of flip flops, sneakers, leather boots, and Clarks. So much so, that she forgot what we were talking about as she entered our apartment. I had to snap my fingers a few times to get her back. Stay with me, Alyssa.
Here's a question for you --- how old is Alyssa? Don't let the painting fool you........
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