Tuesday, March 08, 2005

elusive soles

We are having a countrywide truck strike at present. Usually things like truck strikes goes relatively unnoticed in my world. Not today. It's Steve's birthday next week and he wants these so-called Tasman Aquashoes for his birthday. They'll also do well for walking on reefs in Tanzania. Well it seems as if the whole of Johannesburg has these shoes because they are all sold out. And I've been phoning outlets all morning. The new stock was meant to be delivered last week, but due to the bloody incoveniently placed truck strike, who knows when there will be new stock?

But I have found one remaining pair!!! In all of South Africa. At a warehouse somewhere in Hickville outside town. The shoe is a size 11, and Steve is a 10. Minor problem, I'm sure he won't even notice. Right?

He'd better thank me via the medium of a fantastic shag once I have nabbed a pair of these elusive soles. Even if they are a size too big.

8 comments:

Peas on Toast said...

So you also got shnied by the strike?? Get out? I really thought it was quite an innocuous non-event, but obviously not.
Maybe I'll have to get him other aqua shoes. Hopefully they aren't out of stock too.

Peas on Toast said...

You can do that with Pick 'n Pay and Woolworths, and they'll deliver to your house. But then I'm not looking for muffins/jam/underpants/fresh tomatoes.

Pity.

Peas on Toast said...

"when I'm rich." I love that. You have such faith in me. Thanks man! :)

Peas on Toast said...

Seriously - do you see future riches coming my way? If so, tell me more! (Oh and what form - because a house in Cannes would be nice, and perhaps a red Porsche...)
yay! :)

Peas on Toast said...

I have written three books.
1)One on being a Russian runaway during Communism and then sneaking back in

2)One on my year living in France

3)A biography of poetry.

Thing is, I think its a little...not good enough. Honestly. So I'm plugging away and hoping I come up with an erotic bestseller by the time I'm 30.

Well, it doesnt have to be erotic, but somebody very wise said that sex sells. And it's easy to write Mills & Boon. (It'll also crucify any hopes of being respected in literary circles, but hey)

Peas on Toast said...

Wow mrarty - that amazing literature almost made my heart explode: "his cigarette made her eyes water" line was a real pearler.

The second paragraph would say: "As Frank drew in sharply on his soggy cigarette, he turned my cheek with a gentle nudge. "Tanja lives under a bridge," he said softly, staring into my eyes. "I am so not attracted to her anymore. You never have to worry again."

With that, he threw her over the table and ripped off her pantyhose. Then he retired upstairs to read a book."

Peas on Toast said...

Sure, and I'll stick to writing boring advertisements and books about cheese and communism.

Top of the morning to you too! :)

Peas on Toast said...

I don't have them in e format. But will sort it out and send a story to you. Only if you promise not to show anyone. I'm not particularly proud of it, but hey maybe you'll have a good laugh...