Not only is my birthday coming up this weekend, but my little online creative outlet is also celebrating a birthday. That's right, this is the 100th post on Jordon's Deep Thoughts. Thanks for all the support and comments I get from readers from all over the world. It's nice to know people other than my mom reads this.
So as you may have noticed it has been well over a month since the last post. So many things have happened since then. I survived my trip to Dubai and Qatar; now I can say I have been to the only country that starts with the letter Q. I also finally took my Professional Engineering exam. I think I passed but don't find out for another 2 months.
Dubai is something else. Imagine a flat empty desert along the ocean. Then humans come in and decide to build a city with the density of New York in the middle of nowhere. And if that's not enough, they decide to build a few islands just offshore each the size of Manhattan. And for all of my female readers, the shopping is out of this world. Every designer has a store there and you can max out each of your credit cards in one afternoon. They even have a ski slope inside the mall. I bought a t-shirt, some post cards, and an Arab woman bobble head doll. And instead of deer on the side of the roads like in the United States, they have camels. It was a good trip and now I can check off my 5th continent.
So I spent the weekend in Hoboken, NJ. It's the birthplace of Frank Sinatra in case you didn't know. Anyway, I was at Foot Locker buying a new pair of cool, casual summer sneakers and the woman informed me that they only had a size 10.
Quick tangent. I don't know about you but I have very oddly shaped feet. Narrow in the back, wide in the front, crooked toes, high arch. Shoes just never fit me correctly. In my adult years I have owned shoes that varied from a size 9 -- my Chuck Taylors -- to a size 11.5 -- my old Chris Webbers. Yes, the same Chris Webber who gave me the finger at a Philadelphia 76ers game. I also had a pair of size 12 roller blades back when those were cool.
So anyway, I told her that the 10 would probably be fine. I slid my foot in and of course it was a bit tight in the width. I took a few laps around the store to double check, figuring it was probably the result of my feet being blistered and swollen from dancing in my Chuck Taylors at the Ferry Corsten (#8 Trance DJ in the world) concert the night before. Quick note, dancing in canvas shoes is not a good idea.
The Foot Locker lady asked, "How do they fit?"
I replied, "They are a bit narrow."
Her response, which confirms why she works at Foot Locker, "Try loosening the laces, the usually makes them a little looser."
I had to bite my tongue so hard not to make a sarcastic remark to that one. Did she think my IQ was 12 and that this was my first pair of shoes with laces? And why do people at Foot Locker wear striped shirts like referees? What are they refereeing?
Anyway, I am back and have a nice list of posts to quench your Deep Thought thirst. Hopefully we can hit 200 posts soon!
