Big Ass Shoes.

So I think my goal with this blog is to have at least one post per month so that I have an archive listing with 12 months per year. Or something. I'm not really sure what my goal is with this blog yet.

I had to go to Cleveland last week for a last minute business trip. Another guy was supposed to go, but he came down with a nasty case of ghonesypheherpelaids. So I got to go.

On the return trip Friday afternoon, I was in the airport. Waiting to go through security and verify that my New Balance shoes were indeed just that and not a home made explosive.

Anywho, this woman, a tall black guy and I get to talking because the TSA morons are hassling these two mothers with 4 crazy kids. Apparently one of the mothers was going to set a car seat on the floor. She was reaching over one of those velvet rope things and this TSA woman starts screaming at her that she can't put it there and so she scoots it back under the rope all of 1 foot and the TSA woman is appeased. Just insanity. I'm not happy with the TSA right now, but that's another story.

Back to the point, we wait a few more minutes and the guy says, "I know I'm going to have to take off my shoes". I look down and he has monster feet. He continues, "I could hide a big ass weapon in these size 16s."

Funny.