Shoeless

I have stopped wearing shoes to the office. It's not worth it. Rain has made it its business to visit Bekasi at the ungodly hours of the morning. As a result, to get to the station from where I park my motorcycle I need to waddle across of excellent mixture of rainwater and the sewer. Which is not nice.

Unfortunately, that's not all. The trek from Stasiun Pasarsenen to my office isn't any better. The primary route, crossing the Terminal Pasar Senen, is marked with numerous blackish poodles of water and goodness-know-what-else. The alternative route of getting off at Pasar Gaplok is far much worse. It's muddy and littered with rotten vegetables.

The grim reality that I have just described, apparently doesn't stop some people from wearing their fancy shoes. I'm not talking about Cibaduyut- or Mall Blok M-fancy. They're the shoes designed not to be anywhere near dust, let alone the muddy terrain of Pasar Gaplok.

This morning I witnessed an immaculately dressed gentleman of my age jumped down from Rangkaian Kereta Ekonomi Karawang-PasarSenen, otherwise known as the Odong-odong. His shiny leather shoes, more fit to roam the marble halls of Bursa Efek Jakarta, sank into sole deep mud. Although what an fashionably dressed gentleman was doing in a train of such class is another interesting point to ponder, I can't help but felt pity for the shoes.