I’m at work, I’ve got something in my shoe. I’m thinking it’s a rock. Well…a pebble. I’m not sure if it’s in the shoe, or in the sock.
Problem is, I’m kinda busy. Every time I think, ok, I’m going to reparate the situation, another customer comes stumbling up.
Ok maybe not stumbling. Just first word to come to mind.
Guy comes up, says, can I get a dirty Tanqueray martini, and a Cucumber Number?
I say, you bet. But if you don’t mind, I’d like to get this rock out of my shoe, before I make them for you.
He stares at me with a quizzical look. I just stare back.
‘Cause, why not?
Finally, when he sees I’m not saying anything more, he says,
Are you serious?
I say, yes, I’m very serious. I have a rock in my shoe.
He says, yeah! Go for it.
I go sit down, take off my shoe, shake it out, put it back on.
Then I go make his martinis.