The House Of Odd

As time goes on I am becoming a firm believer that ‘ignorance is bliss’. There wasn’t any particular event that triggered an epiphany. It has been more of an accumulation of small discoveries that formed this opinion.

The latest tidbit has to do with shoes. Being the lazy chap that I am I tend to leave my shoes on even after coming home from a long pointless day at the office. In my youth I had been known to occasionally fall asleep with my shoes on.

Previously it was customary to end a long day with some relaxing in bed while watching television. Many times this would include leaving my shoes on.

That is until the other day. During an uneventful trip to the men’s restroom I was standing in front of the urinal taking care of business. Instead of the usual stare into the wall I decided to mix up my routine and redirect my gaze toward the floor.

I noticed the floor was particularly wet. My shoes were in the middle of the copious liquid that was not water but a mixture of an untold number of previous unrinator’s spillage.

My thoughts went directly to the sheets on my bed and how I was unknowingly tainting them with the pee of strangers.

This thought faded fairly quickly since I am easily distracted. Until a short while later back at my desk I realized that laces on my left shoe had become untied. Reaching down to tie the lace it felt wet. It was dry and sunny outside, this could only mean one thing. They were soaked from my encounter with the mélange of pee in the men’s room.

From that day forward the shoes come off at the door just like the Japanese.