Shoes and Jeopardy

I've got many different pairs of shoes.  They never fit quite right though because my feet are different sizes.  They are about a size apart.  I'm really a mutant.  You just never knew, but luckily I only grow scales at night.

I've become very particular about the shoes I purchase.  I expect a certain amount of comfort from my shoes.  I am pretty certain that I will never wear heels.  Maybe I'm missing out on a new experience, but I'm quite content without the extra inches.  I sometimes ask myself if moccasins count as dress-up shoes.  Maybe they don't exactly match with a floral dress, but they definitely complement a nice pair of slacks.  And why are dress-up shoes always black or brown?  I think these dress-shoe companies are discriminating against the use of other colors.

I remember in 7th grade when I had a math teacher that always wore purple shoes.  She was a terrible teacher, but she gave me cookies, and I always liked her purple shoes.  When competing in the middle school math match that year, I thought fondly of my teacher with the purple shoes, but I cursed my inability to answer a majority of the math problems.  I'm not very good at answering questions under time constraints.

Although my life dream is to be a contestant on Jeopardy, I would probably go all Tourette's-like with the clicker, stare at Mr. Trebek for five minutes straight, and then come up with answer.  By then some molecular scientist from Iowa would rack up 33,000 dollars, and in Final Jeopardy all I would have to bid with would be a gift card to the local Cracker Barrel.  Then I would gaze longingly into Alex Trebek's eyes while waiting for the final question.  The question would be "When was the War of 1812?"  Since I would have time to actually think about this answer, I would get it correct.  1812. Yes, I would be sure of it.  Unfortunately, the molecular scientist just couldn't think of the answer.  All he wrote down was Aluminum. He bid all $33,000.

The other contestant had answered 1969.  He said he got confused between that war and when we landed on the moon.  He had worked for NASA but had been recently laid off.  Every time he pressed the buzzer during the game he yelled blast off.

So, I ended up being the winner.  I won another gift card to Cracker Barrel, and I decided that when I went to the restaurant, I would most definitely wear my slacks and moccasins.