It's been two or three months, and I think the peculiarities of John Elway's receiving corps through the years has finally been digested by the public.
Big news: Wedding Crashers is released on DVD today. I'm picking up a copy on the way home from work. I have to take back some shoes at Nordstrom too. Which reminds me.....
I usually have great service at Nordstrom, but I had a weird experience last time. On my lunch break, I met up with Moms to eat and get some New Balance sneakers (which I sport to avoid a narrow path per Phifer). We're getting the shoes after a quick meal, so I'm kind of in a hurry to get back to work. I tell the guy expressly to bring out a ten and a half. He brings the shit out and my foot barely fits in it. It's such a struggle that I almost kick the guy in the face trying to squeeze these sneakers on. Hey, no big deal right? Maybe this shoe runs small. So I ask him to bring out an eleven. He brings it out and again I have trouble getting it on my foot. But this time I can get it on and I'm kind of more in a hurry to get back. Fuck it. It's a little tight but I'll take them. Maybe it's just the way they're laced or something. There's no way I'm an eleven and a half.
So, I check them a couple of days later because I want to wear them around and I look at the size. This motherfucker squeezed me into a ten!!! The first shit he brought out was probably a 9.5! What the fuck!! Did he think I meant European sizes or something? He puts the shoe on my foot. Then he has the audacity to blame the ill fit on my apparently "uniquely high instep". Hey Einstein, maybe the shoe doesn't fit because IT'S THE WRONG FUCKING SIZE. I've always taken the word of the shoe salesman as gospel. Especially at Nordstrom. No more. The bond of trust has been broken. Check ya sizes, USA.
Yo, I find it ironic that Einstein was a genius, but now his name is used almost exclusively to call someone stupid. It's the same with Sherlock Holmes and his detective skills. No shit.
Check out the comments section of my previous post to see a link to a blog by a hispanic park ranger. I haven't read his blog but I guarantee you it's nowhere near as funny as the premise sounds.
I kept hearing that this band Hockey Night sounded a lot like Pavement so I got the cd. Well, kind of...I guess. I see what you're saying, but this ain't no Pavement. The first song's good, though.
Time for the Orange Bowl and then Crashers. Say goodnight to the tricks you know. They are fucking out this year.
