Karma's Fashion Tips

So the other day I was walking back to my apartment after a particularly amazing lunch. I was feeling good. I was having an awesome day. I had my first telephone interview with my (hopeful) future employer and it had gone marvelous. Getting to the point?

*Cut scene to that day*

On the sidewalk in front of me is a woman. She slows and looks toward me like she is going to say something. I stop and look at her with inquisitive eyes. Keep in mind that I have never seen this woman before in my life. She looks pointedly at my bright green Chuck Taylors says “Ugh! It looks like the hulk threw up on your feet.” She then very casually walks away, or attempts to anyway. While she is still glaring at my (in her eyes) obvious fashion disaster, the five inch spike attached to her own foot lodges itself into a drain in the sidewalk, causing her to figuratively “eat the concrete”. While I’m laughing hysterically in my head, my Southern upbringing won’t allow me to just walk away leaving her on the sidewalk, so I make my way over to her and offer her a hand. I help her up, ask her if she’s okay, and upon affirmation, turn to walk away, not before realizing that the heel of her shoe has broken off and is still lodged in the drain.

*End cut scene*

The moral of the story is: Don’t hate on someone’s awesome choice of bright green Chuck Taylors or karma will kick your ass, because unlike you, karma has good taste… “Justice”

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Scotland Here I Come

If there’s one thing I’ve learned by having a job where I constantly travel, it’s how to efficiently plan a trip. Bordering on Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, I make itineraries, print maps (with routes highlighted) to the attractions that I want to see. I find photographs that show me exactly what I’m looking for. I know which cross-streets I can find an entrance to the subway/metro/tube/trolley and how close it takes me to the places where I need to be. I’ve mastered the art of hailing a cab in some of the world’s busiest cities.

I know which areas of the city where my cell-phone gets signal, and which areas to stay away from. Learning a few quick phrases beforehand helps me avoid flipping pages through an English-“insert language here” dictionary, also helping me avoid people quickly losing patience. I always have at least $100 tucked away in my shoe. I know that the essentials go in my front pockets, and that anything in my back pockets I will most likely lose. I know the importance of having a pocket full of change.

That said, I just started planning my trip to Scotland. I haven’t been since I was very young, and even then, I was sheltered by the presence of my parents. It’s time to go back to my home country, alone and unafraid. To search out the places that molded my ancestors. Anyone have any suggestions?

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