Thursday, April 14, 2011
Another broken shoe? Really?
Yes, really. I have too many of these stories.
I went out today and my shoe came apart on me.
No time to go back, so I went to my appointment anyway. And on my way home, I stopped at the shoe repair man.
He sits with his assortment of tools on a little stand in the shade next to the taxi stand and the barber.
When I limped up to him, he put aside his other work and reached out for my shoe.
His feet are like his third hand. He used them to hold on to the shoe while he worked on it.
And then he used his toes to hold the thread while he sewed.
He glued it, he pounded it, and then he sewed it.
And shortly thereafter, my shoe was back on my foot.