There she was surrounded by all her belongings encased in plastic bags of varying colors; sitting in a fold-out chair - not begging for money – actually she was in a world all of her own.
Shoes off.
Socks off.
One leg up in the air – filing her heel with a pumice stone.

If you think that her priorities might be a little out of whack....you obviously have never suffered from dry, cracked heels.
The pain is unbearable - like the curse....
or worse
1 comment:
She could get a job doing that and make tons o' cash. I know my tired toes sure need it.
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