OK, so my mother and I were at Wal-Mart the other night to, among other things, find her a new pair of sneakers. After trying on a dozen different pair, she wound up going with the first pair (velcro-top) she had tried on. In the meantime, I had tried on a really ugly looking pair of cut-out sneakers in a taupe colour with yellow trim that, when I put them on my feet, looked like I was wearing a wrap-around pretzel.
So, as everyone knows, when in Wal-Mart, the time-space continuum lapses into a black hole that vacuums time out of your life like you’re in a slow-motion time warp and can never get out of there in less than a minimum of one hour, even if all you went in for was a bottle of aspirin. As my mother finally selected which pair she wanted and I was putting away her eleven also-rans, I realized I was still standing there in the ugly sneakers and that for anything else, they were pretty durned comfortable! Apparently, they’re by Dr. Scholl and have the little gel thingee built in. “Neptune” is what they’re called according to the box. Ugly, but comfy. So I got them.
Here’s a picture of my new ugly sneakers: