"You put your left foot in..."

10/09/2003

And then there were SHOES! New shoes! Pretty Manly shoes.

On Sunday, Celly and I bailed on going to faire so we could visit my mother in the morning. After that we went out to lunch and then shoe shopping. I generally live in hiking boots. They're comfortable and I like the ankle support but for working out and walking I really wanted some all-purpose tennis shoes. I think the last time I bought tennis shoes was around 1990. So y'know... it was time.

I found some that fit well fairly quickly and since they were pretty cheap I decided to try on some dress shoes. I found a nice pair of burgundy lace-ups that were pretty comfortable. I took them on the requisite test walk and while a little stiff I thought they would work. I happen to like burgundy shoes but Celly seemed to think they wouldn't go well with my charcoal suit.

Then I found a black leather slipper that looked good and felt like... well, slippers. They were quite possibly the most comfortable shoes I've ever put on. I took them out on the floor for a quick test walk and they squeaked! Arrrgh! My newly found leather foot massagers were Squeakers.

Well, I fretted and hemmed and hawed and wrung my hands muchly over this wrench in my otherwise perfect monkey. For about an hour I went back and forth, sought advice from cellymcfae and paced the store's linoleum byways. That's right, an hour. I mean come on, nobody wants to be the SqueakyGuy (not that any guy wouldn't love to be Squeak's guy but you know what I mean) who announces his presence in the hallways with his metronomic chirping footwear.

Ultimate comfort finally won out over corporate embarrassment. I decided that the cushiony goodness was just too nice to pass up. So out I walked with new white tennies and squeaky black comfort shoes. Hopefully I can stick to the carpeted areas of the building.