Collateral
I’m simply too tired today to write anything that makes sense, so I thought I’d offer something that didn’t make too much sense to me at the time.
Last week when I was working in Vegas, I went bowling with some good friends to celebrate the end of the World Series. When I got to the counter to rent my bowling kicks, I was told I had to give up one of my beloved Eccos as collateral. One of them.
“We had to do it,” said the kid behind the counter. “People were stealing the rentals.”
I didn’t feel at all comfortable giving up $75 in collateral for a pair of $2.50 rental shoes. Then I realized I had the other $75 that made my collateral a pair still on my right foot. So it all made sense it a twisted little way.
I ended up with the shoes below. To my surprise, I actually thought, “If that kid didn’t have one of my Eccos, I’d walk out in these shoes right now.”
When I said as much, my friend Matt said, “Otis, if you wore those shoes, you’d get beat up.”
It might have been worth it.
Have Iggy hook you up with some Bengals gear and you have a matching outfit.
Instead of Storming the Castle, I suggest Bowl-a-rama at Gold Coast followed by 4am Pai Gow.
Would we believe your fashion sense better if the pants weren’t cuffed up like a farmer’s who’s cleaning out the cow yard?
Don’t step in anything!
(Pants were a tad long…rolled up to both show off the sweet kicks and keep me from falling into Lane 23)
Just like Kevin Bacon, we are all just a few people removed from someone who has stolen bowling shoes.
A guy in stolen bowling shoes is H.O.T hot.
I swear to God, half the nurses and aides at the nursing home I stayed at had “bowling shoes” on their feet. At least that’s what they looked like.
All the ones I’ve ever worn were blue and red and smelled of disinfectant. (I was going to say “defeat”, but thought it too obvious)