Masques in the Store
Most recently, I was reminded of the rock shop’s mask policy. No argument from me, but as an addendum, being particularly busy as of late, the store’s old and new collided. Like old and new Austin, on collision course. Think the magazine nailed that one.
Masques in the Store
Citrine
“You have a mask on but you’re barefoot.”
I am unsure of the connection. Maybe I don’t see it. I tend to not eat with my feet, so the “No shoes, no service” never made a lot of sense to me.
In a restaurant setting, I probably wouldn’t put my feet, bare or otherwise, up on the table, but that’s out of concern for my own health and the well-being of the other diners at the table. I certainly don’t eat with my feet.
Masques in the Store
When I make allusions to having “My foot in my mouth,” that’s an expression, a tired trope, a metaphor, largely, as I don’t bend in a way that I could easily — or at all — fit my foot literarily in my mouth.
It’s an expression.
When work — here and here — demands I sit in a hard plastic convention chair or similar office seating? Rock shop and other venues? I tend to wear a slip-on version of sandal and slip those sandals off my feet. I’ve been known to wander the showroom barefoot.
origins BareFoot Astrology
“You know, you’re supposed to have shoes on,” I was once reminded. By another employee who was, indeed barefooted.
“It’s OK as long you understand we’re not responsible if you stub your toe or step on rock shards…”
I understand liabilities. I’m covered. But I might be barefoot. Part of that is reflected in www.BareFootAstrology.com.
“You have a mask on, but you’re barefoot.”
So?
