The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn for May 08, 2020

He’s the sole proprietor.

Selling “Zeno Pads”?

She put the Odor Eaters in her shoes, and disappeared.

Now he’s gellin like a felon.

" Well ma’m you told him to shoo, you should’ve just asked him to leave"

A shoe in for the job but sometimes he feelt like a heel..but that feeling did not last because he knew he put his sole in his work.

something’s a foot here…

What does it mean to get your foot in the door?

She can smell them through the shoes?

He was always in step with advancement…..

This story stinks!

He really knew how to INSERT himself.

He’ll tie up her emotions, then string her along.

My, my, what big feet you have Mr. Traveling Salesman. Just remember The Postman Only Knocks Once.

Before I saw the caption, I thought she had murdered him and stuffed him in the closet, then, much later opened the closet only to be pleased by how the odor-eaters hid the scent of decay.

The caption was a let-down.

Good thing she let him in. The next knock at the door was Paul Bunion.

That’s always the first step.