I get two pairs of shoes every year working for Gus Macker. Last year I cleaned out the closet and gave some to the Salvation Army, sold a few more at garage sales and tossed the worn out ones. I've probably had six or seven pairs of New Balances, usually good shoes.
Strange, how this pair looked a little new and didn't quite fit.
Then I get a call from Mark Brei, Funions bass player extraordinaire and Sunday afternoon Kingsridge pool regular.
"Uh, dude, you have my shoes," he said. "You left your other ones at the pool and took mine by mistake."
I just looked my name up on Webster.com and beside it is the apt description: MR. OBLIVIOUS.
At least my feet aren't shrinking.