Stable footing, at least literally
This is what your parents' divorce looks like when you're 32 years old:
These are my golf shoes, which arrived today in a plain brown box from Florida. No note. Just the shoes.
Which is OK. I mean, what is there to say?
posted by AnnaRay at 9:24 PM
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Did your stepfather mail them, then?
Yes. And I'm happy to have them, at least in the sense that someday when I get off my tail and go play golf again, I won't fall over.
Proper footware is very important, as you know.
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