I got horrible blisters from my Converse shoes yesterday. I don't get people who adore them...yes I broke them in. But they literally ripped my feet apart. So I go to the Pentagon City Mall where I:
A. Went to all the big shoe stores looking for sneakers.
B. Tried on several pairs of brightly colored Nikes
C. Was torn between a pair of black & white Nike Air Dunks and some black, white, and hot pink ones
D. I went with the ones with hot pink.
I also bought a pair of socks and put those brightly colored sneaks on and left Nordstrom's a happy customer! I'm heading home on a very busy blue line to Franconia when about halfway home this wacko of a lady picks up a bug on the floor. She puts this little brown bug...which looks like a tick actually, on a white business card. She was on the phone through this whole entire ordeal. She moved the business card about so the bug stayed on it. Then, she got up at Braddock Road, let the bug fly off, and she got back on until King St. One Word: Weirdo.
So I pretty much begin the process now of breaking in the shoes, while having blisters on both feet. Ouch! My shoes are pimpin' and I'm self promoting Dog Sees God with my baseball tee.
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