The Second Boot :P

For about 3 days my mom has been facing some kind of problem, where I am acting as her receptionist. Every phone call, she reminds me what I m supposed to say. This reminds me of a story that my father told me when I was a kid. Well not to me directly, he was telling my brother in front of me. In this story we have 2 characters living in two floors of an apartment. The one residing on the first floor is a drunkard, and returns home late. He throws his shoes so hard that it wakes the guy in the ground floor. One fine day this ground floor resident goes up to him and yells at him really bad. The next day, this man realizes the repercussion after throwing the first boot, but the next day, he faces it yet. “You *&^%^, you kept me on a hold all night, I couldn’t have a peaceful sleep not knowing when you would throw the second boot, and let me sleep.”Many a times, we keep ourselves hooked into a situation not knowing when the second boot would be thrown, which would have been safely placed in some corner. Oh yes, anyone of you concerned as to how my mother is now, here is my answer: With my help, the second boot has been placed in its place and she knows it :P