I saw you coming. I saw the mud on your shoes. I've seen it before, more times than I can count. They may not all look the same, different styles...different colors. But they're all dirty shoes. I knew what was going to happen...it's the same thing every time. So why didn't I stop it? I'm not sure. Maybe I didn't have the strength. When I figure it out I'll let you know. It's almost easier this way though. I let you clean your shoes and then I just brush the dirt off. Yes, it's easier. Physically that is. Nothing about this is easy emotionally. It's happened before, in fact I have permanent shoe prints on my chest. The word welcome must still be visible, though, because people keep coming. Person after person gives the bottom of their shoes a quick brushing off. Well guess what? I'm done. I don't want to do this anymore. I'm pulling in the welcome mat. Go wipe your damn shoes somewhere else.