I happen to know that you have a car and an apartment. But do you really have a shoe?

There was, of course, the old woman who lived in a shoe, though that story may not have risen to the level of a book. Cinderella made it onto the silver screen in films and animation ... Another story of women and footwear. Imelda Marcos surely wins the non-fiction category for amassing shoes through a wretched excess of motivation and ambition. All stories of women and their shoes.

Still, I am captivated by the challenge of that irate jogger's rant. Who has the motivation and ambition to create the great American novel about some guy and his sneakers?

Let no hawing and hemming, weigh down what I say!

One day it will be, I pray earnestly.
The book fondly awaited, namely:

"The Old Man and the ... ummmm ... Shoe?"

Perhaps the deadbeat has writer's block. Or claims to. Perhaps he has been sitting around sponging off his girlfriend/boyfriend/wife/parents, claiming to be searching for the right subject for the next Great American Novel.

Or he's someone the jogger's daughter/son just met and she is afraid of this being the potential scenario.

Or the jogger is describing HER boyfriend/partner.