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The place that does my shoes isn’t the place that does my shoes anymore. But the guy working there is the guy that used to do my shoes who left, whom I like. And they’re in the same spot. And they’ll do my shoes. And the shoe store owner’s husband is dropping by to make sure the shoes can be fixed but the guy who does the shoes isn’t there because his pipes froze.
I’m so confused. Shoes shoes shoes.
As usual, there’s a pang of passing envy for those of you who can just walk into a store and walk out wearing new shoes. But there’s also a lot of appreciation for the man I don’t even know who’s running shoes over there to be checked, and for the Guy Who Does The Shoes, and for being able to say “Yeah, if the Guy Who Does The Shoes doesn’t remember my last name and/or foot, tell him I’m the S that plays fiddle and came down to help out when his house flooded. He'll remember!” Yay, good people!
I’m so confused. Shoes shoes shoes.
As usual, there’s a pang of passing envy for those of you who can just walk into a store and walk out wearing new shoes. But there’s also a lot of appreciation for the man I don’t even know who’s running shoes over there to be checked, and for the Guy Who Does The Shoes, and for being able to say “Yeah, if the Guy Who Does The Shoes doesn’t remember my last name and/or foot, tell him I’m the S that plays fiddle and came down to help out when his house flooded. He'll remember!” Yay, good people!