As you may have guessed, I care not to wait. Friends scoff when they hear mention of my name anywhere near “patience.”
And yet here I am, waiting. I’m not loving it.
At this point there’s but one thing to be done: go shoe shopping, naturally.
When I cleaned out my bedroom closet last week, I finally let go of my Stonefly Mary Janes. I bought them years go; and by years, we’re talking closer to decades. I loved them to bits. So classic; so comfy. I can’t begin to tell you the places I walked in those shoes, the dances I danced. They neared the end once before, mind you–but it was nothing a Shoe Doctor couldn’t fix. Today, however, it would have required total reconstruction.
Saying goodbye to faithful goods rivals waiting.
And yet these fellows promise to ease the pain … oh yes, I think they just might …
Yep, I'm pretty much the same! I'm pretty sure that if you look up "impatient" in the dictionary there will be a picture of me!
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