Day 5

Day 5:

(6/5/07)

Good evening boys and girls! Well, let me tell you, I had a hard time deciding what to photograph for today's POD!! MY first instinct was to take a picture of my Printer/Scanner/Copier/Fax since I spent the majority of my day scanning pictures, but then I decided that telling the story of the flip flops of doom would be slightly more interesting. Note that I only said it'd be SLIGHTLY more interesting. Don't expect wonders here, okay?

So, here's the story of the quacking flip flops of doom! Oh, I didn't mention quacking before? Well, now I have. Yes, they quack. They quack when I walk. I first discovered this when I went to Scott & White for lab work a couple of months ago. It was fairly early morning, and within the barren area that lies between the front doors and Desk 1D, my shoes quacked loudly, signaling my approach. The women who were at work (i.e. sitting at their desks eating, drinking and talking to one another) just stared at me as I approached. It really makes one feel very vulnerable, when walking through a virtually deserted waiting area, all eyes on you, knowing that with every step your foot will make a loud *QUACK*ing sound. Downright disconcerting, if you ask me. I'm amazed I didn't fall. I know, I know what you're thinking...What does a pair of quacking flip flops (of DOOM) have to do with TODAY, Katy? Well, I'm getting to that...see, what happened was I woke up this morning feeling very sleepy. Because, well, it was 7 a.m. isn't that reason enough?! So, I decided I ought to get up. I'm not really sure WHY but that's what I decided. I also recalled that I didn't have anything to drink in my apartment. Thank God for the vending machines outside near the pool area! So I put on my quacking flip flops of doom and walked outside. Right on schedule (after about 5 steps) they began quacking with each step I took. Naturally, because it was 7:30 in the morning and I didn't expect anyone would be out there, a man was sitting directly beside the machines. *JOY* As I came closer he commented that I "Sure couldn't sneak up on anyone." To which I, of course nervously replied "I KNOW! Everytime I wear these I think Good God, I sound like a duck!" (people make me nervous, okay?) Anyway, I got my drink, the guy stared at me and I ignored it, then he said "Oh! It worked!" to which I replied "Yeah. Well, have a good one." I'm pretty sure he said "You too", but it was hard to tell over the cacophany of quacking as I scurried away.

What a RIVETING story, huh? Anyway, why does my carpet look like Astro-Turf in that picture? Oh well, it goes better with the shoes than the actual crappy beige it really is! This camera rocks! It edits pictures all by itself!!! Now if only I can figure out how to get it to make me look 100 pounds lighter...