New Dogs

I have been saying for several weeks now that I need new running shoes. The other night Mr. G calls me from Dicks Sporting Goods. The conversation went something like this:

Mr. G: "Hey, I'm at Dicks. They have your running shoe on sale. What's your size?"
Me: "Is it the Kinsei, (the running shoe of my dreams)?"
Mr G: "No Pookie. Those cost like $200 and they're not on sale. These are just like the ones you have now." (I've always been one step behind cool - there's a new model of my shoe this year, and these are LAST years model).
Me: "Oh. What color are they?"
Mr. G: "Well...(pause, then chuckle) they are kind of retro."
Me: "What color is retro? Like metalic Flash Gordon or something?"
Mr. G: "They're like brown and stuff ."
Me: "Like brown cool or like brown hideous?"
Mr G: "They're not bad (chuckle again). Should I get them?" Said hurriedly.
Me: (since I'm desperate for new shoes) "Yeah. It doesn't matter what color they are anyway. I'm not trying to make a fashion statement." Lie.

So he gets home and with the most guilty "You're going to look like a dork" look on his face, and this continuous under-the-breath snickering, assures me I'm going to love my new shoes. I didn't think they were so bad afterall. So what if they're not the Kinsei.

The next morning I go to the gym. Every person I walked by looked directly at my shoes. It's confirmed. They're butt.

P.S. Though they may be ugly, they took me on a good long run today and my feet and body feel glorious. April 19th, here I come!