Shoe Friday Filch

I have a hard time finding and buying some kinds of things. It took me years to find a wallet I liked, and then, when it wore out, took me years to find another. I mostly like the one I have now, but it’s infuriating in that it’s backwards, or left-handed, and even though I open it almost every day, I almost always open it with the cash pocket facing down. Somewhere out there, the perfect wallet exists, but I still haven’t found it.

It's the same thing with my travel coffee mug. Though I usually drink my morning coffee at home, about once a week, I want that extra cup on the way to the train. I don’t want a big cup, but I do want it to be well sealed, because when I’m done, I’m going to have to drop it in my bag and I don’t want those last few drops of coffee dribbling out into my imperfect wallet. And I don’t want a screw off top, because what do you do with the top while you’re drinking the coffee? Yeah, I’m picky. One day, wandering around in Barnes & Noble of all places, I found a great travel cup, but it’s meant for kids to drink cold beverages out of. I contacted the company and asked if hot beverages were okay; they wrote back with lawyer-vetted language about risks of burns, but did assure me that the plastic wouldn’t melt or leach nasty chemicals. So I use it anyway, even though it’s uninsulated and the middle does get hot, because it holds the perfect amount (9 ounces) and it’s completely leak-proof. It does beg the question: why aren't there any smaller, leak-proof travel mugs out there? And believe me, I've looked. Every time I'm in a store that sells any kind of travel cups, I examine each and every one of them with great attention to detail.

With all that said, why oh why did it take me two years to replace my Danskos? I had a pair of Dansko clogs for years and years and I wore them all the time until I wore them out, like completely worn out at the heel and toes poking through the front. I put the dead ones in the compost heap as an homage to my mother (who buried EVERYTHING in the name of the berm, and if anyone ever excavates the perimeters of her property, they’ll be flabbergasted), and I never got around to buying new ones. Finally, I piddled around on the internet, trying to find the perfect combination of price + shipping + rebate + tax, until I gave up and went to a local shoe store which was having a spring break sale where everything was 20% off. Win! And I put those shoes on and it was like coming home and I felt stupid for not having replaced them sooner and I will never be without a pair of Danskos ever again.

The moral of the story is that there are perfect things out there in the world, and when you find them, you should never ever turn your back on them.

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"Shoe Friday" filched from Jodifur.