so i heard about these two guys, from one of the receptionists at my college, who work at the market (the new one). she told me cause i was like ei kur man galėtu super pigiai ir maksimum kokybiškai batus sutaityti? and she was like ai žinai kur yra prie naujo turgaus tokie du gruzai...
so she thought they were georgian but they turned out to be armenian. what's the difference, though, right? so i go there with these black boots i baught wicked recently, november, but i destoryed them in less than two months. see, one was too small, so everytime i took it off i used the other boot to push down on the sole, i think that part's called the sole, no it's the heel. so the heel tore right off :(
i took the black boots (which are goofy anyway, they got these silver things that make them look like cowboy boots). anyway, i took the back boot there with my red sneakers which were also falling apart.
these guys are very friendly. they work in this tiny little gray hut. if i had to work in there with another person all day everyday, i don't think we would last through the first day. they're like two men trapped in a one man cubicle with hundres of shoes. after some friendly chit chat they're like "well, we could just glue the soles and heels back on, or we could hand sew them back on and glue them too."
"uh, is that better?"
"oh yeah, it's better. but hey, it's up to you."
"well, how much does that cost?"
"ten lits."
(i'm thinking ten lits? like, per stitch? i was expecting to pay at least 20 per shoe, probably 30, willingly 40 just for the gluing)
"ten lits...per shoe?"
"per pair!"
"okey dokey artichokey!"
i came back to get them a few days later, at the agreed upon time. one armenian is too ashamed to look me in the face. the other, shaking his head, looks at me and says "oi aras, oi aras, ątsįprąšau, ątsįprąšau, šenden ątėjo daug darbo..." the first armenian chimes in "DAUG DARBO!" i assured them i know exactly how that goes, it happens to all of us, i'll come back in a couple more days.
it felt good to forgive someone. maybe because they were so sincerely sorry. for once it wasn't a fuck-all pissant making excuses and me accepting them because i still want my shoes eventually.
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those are the kind of people i want to have as my best friends in the world.
actually, i tell most people i meet that they're my new best friend in the world. some love it, others are just weirded out.
i did an almost identical thing to my brown shoes in a similar amount of time. but it cost me 50 USD to have the soles blued back on (fortunately that as for the pair). unfortunately, they were even less comfortable after being "fixed." fortunately, the guy re-fixed them at no additional charge along with a free polishing and new laces. i don't know what nationality my guy is. he's definately from the middle east though.
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