Shoely You’re Joking
Comments (8) I was out the other night with my mom, her friend, and her friend’s son, S. He and I were friends when we were in second or third grade, and hadn’t seen each other in maybe fifteen years. I wasn’t dying to go out with everyone, but my mom had said her friend – S’s mom – had been asking to the point where it was getting awkward. So I finally agreed.
After dinner, the four of us were walking toward the beach to have some ice cream. My mom asked if my shoes were rubbing, as my ankles were red. I said that, yes, they were rubbing a little bit but that I was fine and she shouldn’t worry about it. (This isn’t actually the noteworthy part of the story, but is there any stronger way to say “I’m fine” to a parent? Maybe in a different language? With flashing lights?)
S looked at my shoes and said, “Did she ask if those don’t fit because they’re women’s shoes, and you used to wear men’s?”
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