Continued From: "
Even More Horrendously Escalating Bad News," "
Footnote," and "
Remembering My Sneakers."
I would buy new shoes sooner, if I could find replacements.
That reminds me of a typical story.
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Awhile back, for the first and last time, Donna and I visited this establishment to purchase shoes. We were browsing the big selection of athletic footwear, when a sales representative approached.
Here's our actual conversation.
Clerk: Help you?
Mike: Yes, do you have any canvas sneakers? I'm a vegetarian and I can't buy leather.
Clerk: No.
Donna: Thanks.
Mike: Dick's.