Today I had breakfast at a little old cafe in
The middle aged Italian repair guy seemed confused. I'm not sure if he was just trying to keep me around longer or what. He put the shoes on the counter, I slapped down the twenty, but he wasn't convinced they were my shoes. I assured him they were, conveying that I paid $69.99 for them at Winners after a two year search. Telling him my son-in-law loves the shoes and broke the elastic on one of the buckles. He said he put new heals on them. I concurred that we also had new heals put on! Shoe dude was not convinced by me, said they belonged to a nurse. I assured him "I'm not a nurse but I did get my hair cut so maybe that's why you don't recognize me". He was pulling at my sunglasses to see my eyes. All the while I'm thinkin, I'm not playin this nurse game with you dude! He insisted they weren't my shoes because they were for a nurse. I persisted they were mine, it was very uncomfortable, as there was another fellow in the shop with him. Shoe dude hadn't written my name or number on his half of the receipt, Pepper had the receipt from the last time we tried to get them. He kept looking for other shoes, finally after much talking; he checked the elastic and realized they were mine.
I think the guy has nurses on the brain....from that operation of his. I noticed his full head of once grey hair was now dyed....hmmmm wonder what kind of operation the guy had? I was getting ready to snap...thankfully I was patient. Because when I snap, my wit becomes my weapon....nasty is me when that happens! The longer I stood there the more ammunition my keen observation was incurring! Too bad he’s such a damn good repair guy, other wise I’d not go back….creepy!