Come Rain or Shine
I am posting this a couple of weeks behind schedule, but in my experience, it was one of the most
enjoyable and positive barefoot days I had ever had. A real barefoot joy day!
It started off with finally getting paid by one of my clients. Crossing Eastern Parkway, I stopped at the Chase Bank on the corner of Redford Avenue.
After depositing my check the teller told me to enjoy the weather. I held up a bare foot telling her I already am. She couldn’t believe I was bare foot and asked how why I was. I told her it was for health reasons.
“They told you that?” she asked. They?
“No, they didn’t tell me that,” I retorted. “I did some heavy research into this and discovered that going barefoot is healthier than wearing shoes.” I gave her all the arguments, but she was bothered about dirt on the feet. Some people despite what shoes can do are still hung up on that.
I continued to Class on Avenue where I saw a cute Italian type place – the one I mentioned a post or 2 back where I discovered that not everyone was sexist about bare feet, when lady there told me she gets weird looks when she takes off her shoes. It was great that she sat next to me that time because I was barefoot and she knew she was in good company.
This was actually the first time I had come and took a peek inside from the side door. The hostess waved me over to the front with a smile. How could I refuse. I locked my bike by a sign and came in. I told her how it was nice to have some air conditioning after being out in the hot weather.
She pointed to my bare feet asking me if my feet were really hot from walking around like that. My face lit up. It was one of the few times a restaurant employee not only acknowledged that I was barefoot, but supported it. I told her I was so used to going about my day barefoot and told her that I do so even in the winter.
She smiled saying it must have felt good. It’s nice to know that sometimes there are establishments that are supportive of bare feet.
It got even better that day. I took my bike into the Manhattan stopping at B-Cup cafe on the Lower East Side – an Israeli run place. The great thing about places run by people from Europe or Israel as well as any country outside of the U.S., is that they could really care less what a person does or does not have on his or her feet.
It’s like they have it straight that a pair of bare soles are not treated any differently than rubber or leather or wooden ones. Besides, leather is cow hide so why cow skin over human skin? Right? One of the employees there was from Hungary. As I was leaving he commented that my feet must have felt good in the weather.
We had a whole conversation about the health benefits of going barefoot. As he had only been in this country for a short time, he found it hard to believe that there should be any issues against bare feet and barefoot was for sure natural and healthier. I was on my way to my networking meeting and he though it was awesome that I attend barefoot.
On the way down, along the East River Drive, I decided to make a stop over at the Beckman (also known as Water Taxi) Beach, where I had been denied entry a week earlier for not having footwear – if you read the earlier post – for a beach!!!
My real intent was to get the snap shot of the sign that I was not able to get a week earlier. I locked up my bike and got my iPhone camera ready before going to talk to the security guard. While secretly snapping a photo of the sign, I asked some general questions mainly about the sign since I had on my banana and tank-top.
“Well, that’s really for at night,” he replied. Of course the next question was, “do you have shoes?” I told him no and pointed out that it was not on the sign. He replied that the main concern was for the concrete area where the benches were.
“But as long as you’re staying on the sand or boardwalk, you can come in.” I thanked him and told him about my negative experience the week before and he was very surprised.
“There’s no reason they shouldn’t have let you in,” he said. “People are walking around with their shoes off.”
“Look the next time that happens,” he assured me, “ask for the manager. He’ll let you in.” He stamped the red star on my hand and told me to enjoy myself. I sat on one of the beach benches picking my spot next to another person who had taken off her shoes.
We were informed that there was a private party going on that night – some concert and people would have to leave in about an hour. I would have stayed around, I was enjoying the beach and view so much, except that I had my networking meeting. The vibe was really cool and there were a few barefoot people around, though for some reason, most of the people still kept their footwear on.
Before getting to my meeting, I made a quick stop to change out of my ripped tank-top and cut-offs into my polo shirt and khaki shorts. Normally there is an outdoor concert going on, but I think the preceding week was the last of the series. There were other happy hour events going on – I noticed a barefoot child walking into one of the establishments, which I thought was really cool.