About a year and a half ago, I took a pair of sandals to repaired at a shoe place near the metro station, and the guy did it for free. (You may remember this, because I blogged about it. If you haven't committed every one of my 594 blog posts to memory, you are dead to me, and also you can read about it here.)
Wednesday night I walked by that shoe store, and it was gone. Closed. No more. Vacant.
Whaddya think, should I feel guilty?
1 comment:
You can always hope that he moved up in the corporate world and now has a shoe-fixing place on 5th Ave in Manhattan, and fixes the shoes of the stars.
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