So I was walking up Capitol Street today after leaving work, and I noticed a man sitting on the bench in front of the library. He caught my attention because he had no shoe or sock on his right foot. He was wearing dress pants and a button down shirt and had a sock and a dress shoe on his left foot, but the other shoe and sock were sitting on the ground in front of him. Why did he have a bare foot? I looked at him more closely, and saw that he was clipping his toenails. Yep. Sitting on a bench on a public sidewalk in front of the library, clipping his toenails. What the fuck?
Anyway, I’ve been thinking about it all evening and now I’ve had a couple glasses of wine and I wrote a little song about it that I’d like to share with you. Please sing along with me, to the tune of the Spiderman theme song. (I prefer the Ramones version.)
Clips his toenails wherever he can.
On a bench, on the bus,
Hope his toes aren’t filled with pus.
Watch out! Here comes the toenail maaaaaaaaaan!
Um, yeah. Aren’t you sad I don’t blog more often?
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