Why is it every time I take one of my (non-leather) shoes or booths into the cobbler (yes, I just used the word cobbler), he leans over, looks at me seriously, and explains, "These are not leather, are plastic."
I know!!! I know they're plastic! It's obvious! I'm okay with it. JUST FIX THE DAMN SHOES!
Okay, I'm done now.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
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