Stopped at a red light on the way home from a soccer game, I spotted this store. Thankfully the camera was not too far from reach.
Hmmm, problem feet? A whole store that caters to them? I would think maybe an aisle or a small department, but a whole store? And what kind of problems are we talking? Bunions, flat feet, too wide, too narrow, club foot? Maybe some freakishly large middle toe that throws you into a size or two bigger than you would normally wear?
“Can I help you ma’am?”
“Oh yes, I have problem feet.”
“No, problem here!”
It amazes me that a place like this would be able to thrive. Granted it is centrally located and easily accessible from parkways and soccer fields. But seriously, how do they make their rent every month?
Show of hands, how many of you actually suffer from problem feet out there?
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i could cry but i don't have time 