Woah! Roscoe

Hi guys,

Welcome to Friday, I’m glad you could all make it. I know it’s been a long hard road to get here, but thank you all for sticking it out with me. I think together we can celebrate this accomplishment. I know there were hard times, at least I had a few.

Look maybe I’ll just share one with you so we’re all on the same page. 90% of the shoes I own are the slip on kind. I don’t drive in them, if they can slip off they’re removed and stashed in the footwell while I’m driving and then re-applied once at the destination.I consider this the safest approach because you don’t want slip off shoes slipping off while driving.

Anyway, this is a completely practical plan but there’s just one flaw. Sometimes I don’t put them back on when I get out of the car, usually because I’ve just pulled up at home and I’ll walk two meters and take them off again inside, so I just forgo the hassle. The problem comes when you wake up in the morning and it’s rained over night and you don’t want to get your toes wet walking to the car to get to your shoes, so you wear another pair. OR maybe in this particular case the shoes previously disembowled in the car are not suitable for work or dancing or where ever I may be going at the time. This situation means TWO pairs of shoes end up in the footwell when I’m driving.

Now earlier in the week I had gone out from work wearing my corporate pointed toe black leather flats. I went to the post office and collected the mail, I was so professional even, I bought the Herald. I drove back to work with all these things, got out of the car and began my walk back to the front door. Something felt off, as if I was wearing more on one foot than the other. I looked down.

One of my feet was now sporting a black and white polka dot mini sneaker with ribbon laces. The other a corporate black leather flat.

Obviously I had to turn back, back to the car to redeem myself, lucky I had noticed before I went back to the office for all the staff to see. I walk back to my car and realise, it’s parked directly outside the offices main windows…and there are at least two pairs of eyes looking down at me. Oops. I try to act like I forgot something from the car and I reach in and hastily swap shoes, but it was sadly unconvincing.

But I made it through and so celebrate we shall! With a new issue of Woah! Roscoe. It’s a little bit creepy, this Issue 13. But it’ll certainly be an interesting adventure. If ever there was an ideal time to tell ye’ ole buddies from down at the tavern about this here ‘Woah! Roscoe’ thang, it would be now.