When I was a kid, every so often my parents or relatives would fly over to Singapore or Malaysia. And for some reason, they had this “thing” about buying shoes for all the kids back in Perth. So the night before they’d leave, each kid would get a sheet of paper, a pen and instructions to trace an outline of our feet. Both left and right. With our names written neatly within each foot outline. It seemed so dumb. But failure to obey brought on a wrath none of us were willing to explore.

I guess in a way, it made sense. Considering the differences in numerical shoe sizes between different countries.

However, the other day my dad announced that he was going to Singapore for a business trip. I said, “Great. Could you get me a 256MB Compact Flash Card for my digital camera?”
He said, “Sure. Just write down the details, and oh draw me an outline.” “Dad, you don’t need an outline.”
“Yes I do.”
“No you don’t.”
“I need an outline OK!? Just in case.”

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