Thwok, Thwok

I think I've said before that I now work primarily from home.  However, we've been working on this software application for Large Corporate Telecom, so I've been obliged to haul myself down to the 'burbs almost every day to meet with people.  Sometimes (and this is fun), I have to get gussied up and haul myself down there just so that I can get into a NetMeeting from behind their firewall (yes, you got that - I have to get dressed and drive 45 minutes round trip so that I can sit in a conference room with no one else and dial in to a virtual meeting).  Don't you love how technology improves your life?

The other day, I got dressed in my skirt and top, but I didn't feel like traipsing around my house for three hours in a pair of LCT-appropriate heels.  So I put on my flip-flops ( I used to call them "thongs" until I was informed that we can no longer refer to them that way - pop culture has retired the word "thong" from polite society, just as it crucified the "happy" version of "gay."  Hmph.)

As I was driving to LCT, I looked down.  Yup, still sporting flip flops.  Black with little bead flowers.  They really didn't look that bad - the skirt was the springy sort that could probably pull it off - but it was the SOUND that they made.  I was mortified. 

I walked across the parking lot, followed by a woman in Manolos.  Thwok, thwok.

I entered the marble-laded lobby. Thwok, thwok.

I walked down the hall to my conference room. A long haul.  thwokthwokthwokthwokthwokthwokthwok

I was happy that it was a NetMeeting that time.

Thwok.