My husband wore his shoes out at an alarming rate, as if they were made of paper.
He always had holes in the middle of his soles.
I tried to convince him that rubber soles would last longer, but he insisted on leather.
One afternoon, waiting in the repair shop, an elderly gentleman standing beside me leaned over and said, ‘The owner of those shoes will never be rich. It’s real bad luck to have a man like that.’
Turns out that gentleman was right.
As for myself, I wear comfortable shoes that don’t wear out, they grow old like me…
©anitadawes 2020
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