The update on the Sock of Doom is that there is no update. Not that I haven't been making progress on it, just that I don't dare make any comment lest I inadvertently put a curse on it. Sometimes I think a dybbuk* has interfered.
On my way home from work today, I noticed quite a few roadside shoes. No doubt you have seen them, lone shoes on the shoulder amidst the empty Tide bottles, hub caps, broken taillights, random bumpers, mattresses, sofa cushions, broken-down 1970 Mercury Marquises, and the like. What are your ideas about how they get there? Have you ever lost a shoe to Roadside Purgatory?
I always imagine that many of them get lost by motorcyclists, or by people with their feet out the window. When you look for it, you see more people with their feet out the window than you'd think.
What other options could there be? Knocked off when a roadside motorist fixing a tire gets hit by a car? Flung out the window by snotty older brothers? Thrown at George W. Bush? Hurled in a rousing game of Whose Shoe Can Hit the Cop Car?
Put your entries in the comments.
*You can look it up. Or watch the Coen Brothers film A Serious Man.