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The Other Shoe

That poor kid. I wonder what he’s thinking right now!

Ever heard the phrase “waiting for the other shoe to drop?” Well, there’s a kid in my subdivision who is waiting for the other shoe to drop. Literally. It’s actually kinda funny. Here’s what happened:

My bedroom is on the third floor of my apartment building. In my opinion, it is the best room in the apartment. It catches the afternoon sun, has a good view of a neat piece of highway infrastructure called the Skyway, plus lets me see planes flying to and from the nearby airport. Occasionally I even see air force jets if I stick my hear out the window as soon as I hear them! Sure, my subdivision’s playground is right outside my window, but most of the time I can ignore the yells of playing children. Not a problem.

Well, today I had the window open because it’s been a warm day. My shoes got soaked the other evening during a rainy walk, so I had my mostly dry shoes in the window to dry out completely. The shoes were leaning against the screen. I was hoping that any breeze coming into my room would air out my shoes.

I was cleaning my room, when I heard the loud roar of a jet! I looked through my window, but I could not see it. A few minutes later, I heard it again, so I went to the window, yanked aside the screen and poked my head way out. I did not see the jet, but I did hear my right shoe hit the ground. And I did see a startled kid standing fifteen feet away, staring up at me.

As I left my window to retrieve my shoe, I heard the kid being asked by another kid, “Where did you get that?” He said something about it coming out of “that window.” When I got down to the sidewalk, the kid was holding my shoe in his hand. (Good thing it was dry by this time!) He mutely handed it to me, and didn’t say anything when I thanked him. When I got back to my room, I looked out the window, and the kid was still there, staring up at me. I laughed out loud. My, what must that kid be thinking? Was he waiting for the other shoe to drop? Was he waiting for something else to come flying out my window? He must think adults are very strange people.

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