You spin around and face your pursuer.
You spin around, fast enough to lose a few feathers from your feet in the process.
"Mom!" you exclaim in surprise.
"Yes, darling, I came to tell you that you forgot to put on your shoes and take off those gosh-darned chicken slippers of yours on your way to work this morning," says your mother, a grey-haired woman of approximately fifty years.
"Ooops. Sorry mom." You take off the chicken slippers and trade them with the pair of blue suede loafers your mother hands you. Elvis-impersonator or not, it's just not right to go into work wearing chicken slippers.
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