Here's an update on this post. Last night, about an hour before Salt, I noticed that my left ankle was bleeding and painful. When I put my shoes on, the pain got worse, so they were the likely cause. I didn't have time to buy new shoes, so I just put a few layers of duct tape over the heel of the left shoe, and put a band-aid on my ankle.
Today, I went to get new shoes. They are the same as my old shoes, except whiter and without the giant holes in the sides--the old ones are now waiting for trash collection.
Of course, buying shoes for me means two long bus trips--the 1 north, and the 3 south so as to avoid having to cross Lincoln Way. During these travels, I saw four people I know and am able to say their correct names--of course, keeping with the manner in which I write my blog, I will not divulge these names here. However, only one of these four acknowledged my existence on the bus. I'm okay with that. The first that didn't acknowledge me was someone I don't really like talking to, and the other two were of the female persuasion--I'm usually uncomfortable around women.
I am a little proud of myself for avoiding what I was tempted to do when the women boarded the bus on my way back to my place--namely, texting "Hello", "Would you like to sit down" or the ever-popular/ever-creepy "Turn around". I'm fairly sure that would not have gone over well, because like I said, I'm uncomfortable around women--not to mention the creep factor.
After I got back to my place, I decided to flip back in my checkbook to see how old the shoes I had were. 10-13-09. Wow. 129 days from brand-new to garbage. Shoes should not age that fast.
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