Don't ask me into your home if you're going to ask me to take off my shoes. Everything I have to say to you at that point can be handled on the stoop.
My dad once told a lady, "I have carpet at my house too and I know how to wipe my feet." I don't see piles of shoes outside the White House, what makes your home that special.
I'm not so ignorant I'd come from the barn to your home and track in manure. Maybe folks with the "no shoes" rule should post it on the door so I can head right back to my truck when I spot it and we won't have that awkward moment when I tell them to get stuffed.
(You guessed it, happened tonight, after the person had the guts to ask me to come over to do them a favor.)
My dad once told a lady, "I have carpet at my house too and I know how to wipe my feet." I don't see piles of shoes outside the White House, what makes your home that special.
I'm not so ignorant I'd come from the barn to your home and track in manure. Maybe folks with the "no shoes" rule should post it on the door so I can head right back to my truck when I spot it and we won't have that awkward moment when I tell them to get stuffed.
(You guessed it, happened tonight, after the person had the guts to ask me to come over to do them a favor.)
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