Lost Soles
So it's Friday morning. I hate Friday mornings because I have to drive Tony to the gym in the city and he has to be there by 6:45am to see his trainer. So he gets up, puts on his workout clothes, grabs his gym bag, and is ready to go. I, however, have to take a shower, figure out what to wear, watch some news, take ten minutes to put on each sock, etc. So Tony is always annoyingly after me with "hurry up" "we are going to be late" "what is taking you so long" and I hate it. I have never gotten him there late, so I don't know why we have to go through this every week.
Anyway, this morning, I'm all dressed and ready to go except for shoes. I grab my brown Tsubos. I go to put the first one on, and the inside looks funny. It's bright white, with glue spots. I don't remember the insides being so white - i thought they were dark, so i figure the insole must have fallen out in the closet. I am about to go rummaging through the closet looking for it, when I notice the other shoe looks the same inside. I'm thinking, the insoles couldn't have fallen out of both shoes, at the same time. They must have come this way and I never noticed. I am sitting there looking at my shoes, pondering why I don't remember them looking this white and unfinished inside. And also wondering why a $95 pair of shoes would look this shitty inside. And then Tony is on me again, "why are you sitting there staring at your shoes? I am going to be late!"
Then the thought hits me and I ask him, "did you take the insoles of my shoes out?" Of course he answers no, why would he want the insoles of my shoes. So I put them on anyway, depsite my misgivings, and we head to the car. Once I'm on the pavement walking in them, I can feel every pebble and crack in the concrete. I'm thinking that something definitely feels different about these shoes. So before I get in the car, I ask tony again if he took my insoles. He gets all offended that I would ask him again, when he already told me no. Why do I not believe him?
Drop Tony at the gym, find a parking spot a couple blocks from work, and get out and start walking. OK. The insoles have definitely been removed. It feels like I am walking on two pieces of cardboard taped to the bottom of my feet. Like Jesus sandals. I wait until I know Tony is done with the gym and call him. I ask again, did you take out my insoles? And now he says it, YES, sorry. "Why did you take my insoles?" "My new shoes are a little too big for me and i didn't have time to stop and buy insoles." "Why didn't you just tell me that the first time i asked? I would have worn a different pair of shoes if I knew!" "I knew if I told you the truth, you would spend another ten minutes deciding which new pair of shoes to wear and I thought we would be late."
Can you believe that? I took off my shoes and looked more closely, and he totally RIPPED the insoles out of my favorite shoes. He'd rather have me walk around in pain all day than be late for his trainer. What is up with that?
