Friday, May 25, 2012

Random Snapshot

I took my battle-worn soccer boot to a cobbler for needful structural refurbishments.

While there, seated and lost in watching the cobbler's calloused hands weaving tough thread through tough leather, along came a lady with a pastic bag full of shiny six-inch stilletoes - all with broken heels. She hands them to the cobbler one by one.

The cobbler patiently examines each of her high-heeled shoes, tapping their broken heels against each other, creating a hollow plastic percussion.

Then he looked in her eyes and said sombrely, "Just take these ones to a metal welder."

I almost choked to death stifling my own laughter as he handed them back.

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