A few weeks ago I was asked by a friend when the appropriate time in life to stop wearing Velcro shoes is. I'm pretty sure the correct answer is, "When you were five." Do they even make Velcro shoes for people who have gone through puberty? Well, apparently they do, and there she was, face to face with a Velcro shoe wearing, suit clad adult on the Orange Line. I missed the wonder that was Velcro. As a child of the 1980s one automatically assumes that I had Velcro shoes. Those wonderful shoes that go on and off with such ease. No stopping to bother with tying laces that would come undone. No broken laces or being tripped over because you knelt down to tie your shoe in the middle of a kickball game. No untied laces that are soaked from being dragged through puddles because you didn't want to stop and tie them (probably because of that asshole kid who can't see where he's going and trips over you). These shoes are for children...and idiots. Then again,...
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