Is your daddy a cobbler...because you are clobbering me...

(What, that joke doesn't work?)

Yesterday I ran across a cobbler whose kids didn't have any shoes. It was awkward because I knew he didn't have any, and there I was wearing two pairs (one on my hands of course for safe keeping). But he was very nice about it. I tried to give him a pair when I learned of his doings, but he would have none of it claiming that the sizes would just not work. So there's that. And since then I've been thinking about why the cobbler would not want a second pair of shoes. Perhaps it is because he makes shoes for a living and what we do for a living we inherently don't care to do outside of it. Too much of a good thing is still just too much?

At least these were the things I contemplated in my 10 minute dream between snooze buttons.