You’d Have Smelled Them Too
(Photo by Tanner Latham).
Sometimes St. Sara N. Dippity reminds you she’s keeping an eye on you on the road.
I unfolded an ironing board in a Hampton Inn off I-20 near Madison, Georgia. After hearing the piercing squeak of the never-oiled legs, I saw a pair of ankle socks fall out. Laundered. They smelled like a Bounce sheet, and one had a hole worn in the heel.
Of course I smelled them. Wouldn’t you?
I decided to leave them behind. The next soul to inhabit room 106 will have a decision to make.
Yes, it’s the same Angela you covered Oklahoma with and let me say, it’s just not the same!!
Don’t ask how I saw this posting, but what in all of gods glory would make you want to pick it up, much less..dare I say..sniff? Glad you left the sock memory alive by leaving behind for the next lone “sole”…get it?
Sole.
Yes, it is a sole-ful post. Madison is a delight, isn’t it?
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