Don't Ask Me About Shoes

I think one of the reasons I don’t post so very regularly here can be best understood through the following story (if you can call it that):

Yesterday was Halloween. I wore a t-shirt and jeans. I was at school for 12 hours. While my building was having its Halloween party, I was at my second of three meetings of the night.

TF made me go to Chipotle on the way home and all the young guys in the building were wearing little aluminum foil hats. I wasn’t confused by this, mostly because I was too busy trying to get TF’s order right (I’m gonna come out and say it- TF is a pickier order-er than me. There, I said it, and I stand behind it). The fact that it didn’t register that they were dressed up like burritos to get a free burrito, and the fact that my response when I did figure it out (because 4 guys came wrapped up together in a tan blanket and then I saw a sign at the register) fell far below “mild” on the Richter scale of surprise, is kind of sad to me.

First year, I went to school as an International Shoe Salesman. I even made a little shoebox and a button that said “Ask me about shoes!” This year, I walked past 10 dudes in aluminum foil hats and I breezed past them thinking about how long it was going to take me to finish my work for the evening. I am not the only 3L lost in her own little law school world, and I feel sad for us.

I didn’t even eat any candy.