I got shoe, babe.

This week I have been wearing newish tennis shoes to work that Underblog described as "hospital white." I have owned the shoes for a couple years, but I never wear them outside or on any frequent basis. (Why break in sneakers when you have old-man Rockports that have already conformed to your feet?) But all week I have been self-conscious in the 5800 degree Kelvin shoes that glow brighter than an atomic bug zapper.

Since the beginning of time, Underblog has insisted that Ax-Man Surplus Store is an excellent place to take a date. It's a wharehouse of parts, gadgets and hoo-haws being sold at low, low bulk prices.... with everything from mannequins to iron lungs to 1950's TV cameras dotting the store as decoration. Sarah and I went last night and agreed it can be a really fun date place so long as it’s not your first… second… third… or fourth date. An isle of gears is not geared to "I'll love you forever", but the signage is great and the products are ripe with satire.... including the orange shoelaces she got me so I no longer feel self-conscious about my footware. Now my shoes are supposed to be as bright as the smile on my face after an evening with her (or after my semi-annual visit to the dentist).

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