My beloved boots were too far gone to go to the cobbler.
“Well, can you throw them away for me?” I asked.
“Do I look like a garbage man?” he replied. “Throw your own junk in your own trash.”
Ah, nothing like a good dose of customer service. Actually, the gruffness of the guy was charming. Nice to know there are still some old-school places around. It’s almost nostalgic in a 1950’s tough-guy way.
Shoe repair stores definitely a last outpost.
I finally tossed my old Red Wings. The leather was a complete goner. Funny thing was, the soles were indestructible. They had never changed for years.
I didn’t know about this. Wow, it has been an eye-opener. So glad to have stumbled upon this.