Highway Shoes

I was driving down the highway yesterday looking at the lovely scenery.  The spring is starting to creep its way into the trees.  I love looking at the colors, the flowers that are blooming, and the shoe.  Yes, the shoe.  I’m driving down the highway and there is a random shoe in the middle of road.  This is not the first time I have seen a shoe in the middle of the road...but it is the first time I have given it a second thought.  This isn’t a toddler that has tossed a shoe out the window while mommy was driving down the highway.  This is an adult running sneaker.  How does that happen?  Possible scenarios I can think of...

1. Dude decided to go for a leisurely stroll down the highway.  He’s playing Angry Birds on his phone, not really paying attention to his surroundings.  BAM!  Car takes him out.  He is hit so hard that it knocks the shoe off his foot.  Now THAT is a bad day.
2. Having a male teenager, I know how smelly teen feet can be.  There are times Chief has threatened to throw Little Man’s shoes out the window.  So is that how this happened?  Mom just couldn’t take the smell anymore?  “Throw those out the window now.  I am about to upchuck all over myself.”
3. Remember the Flintstones?  Maybe the car wouldn’t stop fast enough so they pulled it Flintstone style and tried to slow down but lost a shoe in the process...
4. Some people put their drinks on the top of their car, maybe this guy put his shoes on top of his car.  Only one survived the ride...the other?  Lost on Highway 2A.
5. Is this some form of road rage?  Instead of throwing the finger, they throw a shoe?  Okay...if that’s what does it for ya. 

I will never understand why I see random shoes on the road.  In the meantime, I will make sure mine stay on my feet.  

Lonely Shoe

Yesterday I noticed

Something missing from my world

I went into my closet

Twirled and twirled

Turning in circles

Looking for my left shoe

For I couldn’t figure out

Just what to do

I tried to think back

To the last time it was with me

I remember getting in my car

To go on a late night shopping spree

I put a shoe

On my right foot

And told the left shoe

To just stay put

I placed it in a safe place

On the seat to my right

And took it for a spin

On a late Saturday night

It had been a long while

Since I had a companion

The last time I remember

Was at the Grand Canyon

We had a fun time

But I knew it wouldn’t last

So I was left with my Pumas 

And a tank of gas

So now I am missing

One left pink shoe

And I can’t remember 

At what point it withdrew

Did it jump out the window?

Did it leave me behind?

Or am I just forgetting...
Try to keep an open mind...

I have searched my entire closet

And I still can’t find my left shoe

I have asked a friend

And she doesn’t know what to do

She told me not to worry

It probably didn’t get far

But I am laying in bed

Wishing on a star

Please bring back my left shoe

It must be lonely without the right

They need to be together

Thank you, and goodnight.