Spit on Red Clogs
We have a situation here. The pair of red clogs outside our place for the longest time have been receiving much attention. But in the form of spit. Someone has been spitting regularly on our red clogs which we received on our wedding day. It’s been placed strategically outside for a special reason I guess.
I tried searching online for some significant reason as to the tradition of placing wooden red clogs outside the main door, but alas, I found nothing. So I guess we will have to make it up as we go along. To me it means “home” and “family bliss”. It means a home filled with happiness and wonderful memories. It means a home complete with laughter and joyous feasting. It represents everything wholesome that a family should and would have.
Now that someone has been spitting on it regularly, I can only conclude that this is a case for the PJ Masks! On closer inspection it looked like spit. My woman smelt it (brave) and concluded that it was spit. But the pertinent question was. Whose spit it was. And more importantly why spit on the red clogs only and no where else?
I think they are envious of our family life. We are a household of song and laughter, tears and cries, but everything that we do at home we enjoy doing it very much. So whoever that’s been spitting on our red clogs must probably be feeling bitter, upset, jealous, denial, anger and probably a whole slew of negative emotions that is apart from what a normal functioning family would experience.
My woman wants to install a cctv to catch the culprit. I was more interested in plotting a graph to see the trend and then sharing the findings via info graphics at the door. I think whoever that is doing what they have been doing should be mindfully aware that we are aware and that if we were to find out who it was that has been doing this heinous deed, they would know how powerful a gust of wind can be or how insistent simple droplets of rainwater can erode away rock.
So my woman did the next most pragmatic thing. She removed the red clogs and now there is nothing in front of my main door. Hmmmmm..