I have Mr. Rogers shoes.
I mean I have the whole fucking thing down solid and it just happened.
I come home and switch my postal uniform for my home uniform. I even swap shoes. Shirt and Jacket for a Montreal Canadiens sweater.
Slacks for plaid cotton pyjamas;
head for heart.
Man I am changing it out like that.
And fucking shoes, Mr. Rogers shoes.
I am a neighbourhood father.