i am slowly succumbing to a shoe fetish i am seeing signs of developing. last week I found this spot Vanecci, on Elm and W. Washington. They had some Kenneth Cole Reaction moc loafers that were calling me. they just be calling me. there were like about 3 pair in there i’d rock but I’m not trying to go out like Carrie on S.I.T.C.
luckily they were not in my size. i left my size on a card for the 2 styles i liked and told the proprietor to let me know what’s up.
her husband emailed me yesterday, and let me know they were in. so. yadda yadda yadda, i’m leaving the store today and crossing the street to get a slice of cheese pizza and these two guys wearing matching Fox8 jackets are standing in an alcove out of the rain waiting for their next victim. a nod from reporter the cameraman alerts him to put his gear in position to film.
I have become the man on the street.
“Have you done your taxes yet?”
“Absolutely,” I reply. He looks like he want’s more information.
“January,” I continue, “gotta get that refund.”
…and scene. but when the words were coming out of my mouth in my version of the events, i sounded like a surfer. dragging my U.
“Absoluuuutely, duuuuude!”