I have always had a small problem with keeping things that are either pointless or beyond being able to properly perform their intended service. I mean its not like I am keeping used kleenex or weird crap like that, just random things like a piece of rope or a plastic lobster missing a claw.
This past weekend I was forced to throw a lot of that stuff out and for the most part it was fairly easy since I was in the zone and just wanted to get done packing. But there was one item that I had some trouble with. My favorite pair of shoes.
I have had them since the summer before my junior year of high school and to say I love them is an understatement. I got these baby's at TJ Max for $10 and I have forced them to last for 6 years. Granted the last year and a half they have developed numerous holes in them but that has not kept me from wearing them nearly everyday.
I don't know what it is that I love most about them, they are colorful and in my eyes they could go with anything so that was one aspect that kept them on my feet. Even when they developed a large hole down the side that caused my pinky toe to prominently stick out I still wore them as if they were brand new.
The funny thing is I remember a lot about the day I bought these shoes, partly because it had some fairly interesting events. I went shopping in billings with my two friends Darcy and Maggie and while walking over to TJ Max we decided to put our other bags in to the car. Unfortunately we were not paying enough attention when tossing our bags into the car and locking the doors because it turned out not to be our car. We ended up having to wait for the owner of the car to come out and then awkwardly explain what happened. The funny thing was the car we put our stuff in had a car seat in the back that we put our bags next to and we didn't even notice it.
So bright we were.
So see keeping the shoes for so long really wasn't all that weird. I mean sure they may have started to smell a little and I was the only person who thought they were awesome, but they were from a day that I like to remember. My days with them may be over but maybe some homeless person will go digging through our trash and fine those rainbow plaid shoes and the legend will live on
