Sole Mates: An Ode to the Foot Pedal
Lord, how I loved stomping a foot pedal at the dispatch console. The sweet feel of untamed rage assuaged for all to experience. Instantaneous in its fulfillment. The gratification bordering on addiction. Beads of sweat begin to pepper my brow and my fingers begin to perceptibly tremble as I long for it. I digress. To…