So….I went to a work outing at a bowling alley not too far from where my office used to be in Connecticut.  You know how it is at a bowling alley.  You trade the shoes that you came in with.  The shoes that you spent time and money to get.  Only to be given back the world’s ugliest shoes with the smell of death on them (also lovingly referred to as “bowling shoes”).  These shoes have got to a sanitation nightmare to begin with and the 1970′s color scheme doesn’t help the experience at all.

Once we were all done with the games, we started to make our way out of the building and, thank God, someone stops me and says “Um, nice shoes!”.  I look down and I still had the death shoes on my feet.  As you can imagine, I was pretty embarassed and ran back to our lane and apologized profusely to my Sketchers as I put the right shoes on.

I’m so glad that I didn’t go all the way home with them….

Servant of a wicked cool God,

Matt Legere