So, nothing like a honking big piece of glass lost in the sole of your foot to take your mind off the pain in your head. Walking around the Brimfield Fair in sandals and somewhere in the gravel, my enemy.

As a related side note, Merrell sandals have got to be the most cushionest thing into which I ever jammed my feet. I borrowed some plastic tweezers from some pretty ill-equipped first aid kit in Brimfield and failled to dig the offending glass out of its new burrow. Still and all, I was able to wander the fair with no twinge. The second I got home, kicked off the sandals, boom, pain.

It’s like that pebble in the shoe tune from Godspell. Only, it was glass, and I didn’t see Jesus or nothing. And, I didn’t sing. And, it’s not 1971. Besides, if it were 1971, my awesomely comfortable sandals wouldn’t have even been invented yet.

Come to think of it, Jesus wore sandals, so why in hell did I mention “zen” in my title? Oh yeah, right, excruciating foot pain, while digging out the glass, is the key toward better focus. Pain, that’s what you need to take your mind off troubles.

Guess that’s why the kids enjoy cutting.