Unfair

Sam and I took a long walk yesterday, to the bank for cash and then to pick up Will’s re-heeled work boots. All told, I walked about three miles. Sam rode in the stroller and almost nodded off. I forgot water, and was nearly feverish by the time we reached the bank. Luckily, there is a fruta cart outside that particular bank, and we ate a whole bag on the walk back.

boot-sign

The old Italian man who fixes Will’s boots showed me his fine work before accepting my money. “The world is an unfair place,” he said sadly. “I fix your husband’s boots so nice, and he will kiss you for it.”

6 thoughts on “Unfair

  1. K

    February 19, 2009 at 9:18am

    This is my favorite story ever.

  2. Anne

    February 19, 2009 at 11:34am

    I know this is one of my most favorite posts ever.

  3. Christine

    February 20, 2009 at 6:24am

    Best story ever.

  4. Ina

    February 20, 2009 at 11:55am

    Awwww what a sweet old guy!..One of the best blog stories I have read this week.

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