Ray’s Thought for the Day - Another Shameless Product Endorsement

Crumby. Wake up Crumby.

No. Leave me alone. Go away, Ray.

You have to wake up Crumby. It is your turn to do a shameless product endorsement.

OK! I’m up!

Later

These are my boots. These are the best boots I have ever had on. No twain feet could ask for better boots.

Yet these boots are worn out in the service of my feet. Unusually, they are worn out from the inside. Yes. You are reading this spell correctly. These boots, long in service, have been impervious to outer wear, almost, except for the slight cracking on top. Yet these boots are not entirely impervious to the inner wear that some call foot wriggling. Sadly, the inner wear, the friction from foot wriggling, has at long last worn them out.

Many miles have these boots trod over rough ground. Yes. They have endured savage terrain, always at a low altitude. They have thwarted the merciless flora. Those merciless flora are armed cap a pie, with swords, with spears with Tommy hawks. Yet, these boots have turned all the blades of that savage flora. Even the most cruel Cactus, even the merciless Yucca failed to afflict me in the feet so long as I wore these boots. And how about serpents? No serpent in these parts has afflicted me. Maybe, because of these excellent boots. If these boots came with sticker burr and beggar’s lice proof shoestrings, they would be perfect.

See that right shoestring. It has worked itself loose. Remember, fellow workers, not to let your shoe strings come loose. Do as I say, not as I do. Loose shoe strings are a potential safety topic, environmental hazard. Many have perished on the job from loose shoestrings. There was this one dumbass, for example, who was sucked into to a cement mixer by his shoestring. Now he is fixed for all time out on the new tollway, a mere building material, where once he was intelligent life.

Yet these days, I am faced with the prospect of purchasing new boots, eventually. These may not be quite worn out. But they are close to being worn out. So I may have to find a vender that handles these type of boots.

These boots, originally, were free, sort of. Course I had to actually have a job that provided complimentary boots. So really, these boots were part of the salary for that suck ass job, kind of like health insurance was also part of the deal for that job.

Many would kiss ass for eternity to have a job that included free boots. But not me. Uckfa attha. I would lots rather have some personal honor.

On the other hand, now, to replace these excellent boots, I have to pay for the replacement pair myself, out of my own pocket. This is such a stressful prospect, fer me, that I actually considered getting a job, just so I could get some free boots. Once I got the job, plus the boots, I planned on quitting. Maybe I shall do all that yet. Free boots are a great lure for an unemployed worker like me.

OK. I am done with shamelessly endorsing these boots.

Later

What’s this? Hey Crumby, bosom companion, you failed to endorse yer boots.

No. I didn’t. I endorsed them, all righty then.

No. You did not. Nobody can discern even what brand they are.

That is correct Ray. My new boots may be in short supply. Already, the local vendor has stopped stocking them. Thus, I am required to order my new boots from foreign parts. Thus, I am not about to inform the ignorant public on what brand they are. Everyone might rush to foreign parts and buy up all my boots. Plus, I have not quite figured out what size they are. I need to figure that out before I order from foreign parts. Once I have figured all that out and have my new pair safely at the CB, I may name the brand.

OK Crumby. I see your reasoning.

Yepper. My reasoning is indefatigable, just like my feet in those boots.