So upset I can hardly eat lunch

Just went to pick up my shoes from the nice shoe repair people at Suntec Tower 1 (next to B1 escalator) and caused a minor commotion.

"You are the one! You left your shoe here for 4 months!"

So I forgot! What's the big deal!?

The owner of the shop served me himself. You can tell he's the owner. He's obsessed about shoes. Told me that they had taken the liberty of polishing my shoes (a neat little pair of Charles Jordans that I picked up at a 50% sale, mind you) and they did look suspiciously new when I peeked into the box. Then he offered to clean up my Ferragamo Varnas for free, and I took up his offer for one shoe.

15 minutes later, he had removed about 10 years of dust, dirt, shoe glue, cheap polish and general goop off my shoe. Just one shoe. It now looks like it did, the day I picked it off the shelf, except of course a little stretched. It was like seeing a long lost friend again. I started to tear a little... it was really quite emotional.

"So now you have a problem." he said.

"Yes... I guess I do."

"One shoe so shiny, the other one.. not. Want me to polish for you?"

"No lah. Paiseh. I'll try to do myself." Jesus Christ, the difference is obvious. Looks like I'm wearing one shoe from 2 different pairs. Kind of like at the shoe shop. I can't stop looking down from foot to foot. I'm looking at each foot as I walk. Left, right, left, right. Not sure how I'm going to get back to the office without falling on my head.

"Ok. Happy walking. Here got a lot of stairs ah. Don't fall down."