ObNoXiOuSnEsS

I do not like to wear shoes. Strange, I know. What I do not like even more than wearing shoes, is having someone tell me I need to wear shoes. I believe that it is fine for anyone to go without shoes in most situations (job interviews, etc. probably not such a great idea). The other day, I walked to the caf, barefoot, as usual. I walked all the way there from my dorm which is the farthest dorm from the caf on upper campus. When I walked into the caf, the annoying blonde cafeteria lady looked disapprovingly at me. "Great," I thought to myself, "she's gonna make me walk all the way back to get shoes, isn't she?" Sure enough, that obnoxious woman told me I could not go into the caf without shoes. "Fine," I muttered as I turned around and walked back out. I walked alllll the way back to my dorm, in the door, up the stairs, around the corner, down the hall, unlocked my door and walked in. I grabbed a pair of flip-flops and marched out the door, locked it, walked down the hall, around the corner, down the stairs, out the door and allllll the way back to the caf. I did all this walking barefoot, by the way. The shoes were still in my hand when I walked in the door to the caf. When I knew she was looking at me, I tossed the shoes on the floor and shoved my feet into them before sliding my card and walking into the caf. When I found my friends, I took my shoes off at the table and went to grab some grub. Does a piece of quarter-inch plastic between my feet and the floor really do anything at all? I mean, really? Did I really have to walk all that way for that? What is this world coming to? So many questions. No real answers. So, my solution? Rebel.