tears dry on their own

today i'm remembered of this songtitle by amy winehouse everytime a customer enters the shop. why?

because with the cold and snow everyone is wearing big shoes with rubber soles like snow tires, which is reasonable but hey, they leave big snowpoodles on my untreated wood floor! not to mention prams, a nightmare!

i can virtually follow the trail of footsteps and can see where the customer went, stoped, turned... you may say like cookies on internet. only that i don't want to know.

of course poodles dry on their own... but leaving footstep traces and crusty black circles behind. so now as soon as i'm allone i find myself on all four to sponge up the wet trails; once, twice, thrice... it's driving me nuts.

shouldn't i have stayed home in bed?



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