I need shoes. Size 11 US.
I was given a couple of pairs of used sneaks before leaving the States. I was thrilled because I was completely out of shoes. Not something I would be using everyday, but they would come in handy on the tennis and basketball courts, as well as other times when flip flops or bare feet would make for a bad play. I think they were both Nike. They appeared to be in fine shape. Supposedly hadn’t been worn in 15 years. I couldn’t say enough about these two fine pair of sneakers.
I wore the high tops to the airport. I packed the cross trainers.
On the way to the airport, we stopped in for a beer in downtown Los Gatos. (Pronounced Loss Gattis) It was 3:30pm on a Monday. By 4pm on that Monday, my right Nike hightop shoe exploded and then disintegrated. I barely tapped it on the bar’s foot stool, and I promise you that half my shoe disappeared right from under me. I looked around for any remaining parts. Fine powdery dust and pieces of weathered rubber were all I could rummage. I soft pedaled out of there.
I retrieved the cross trainers out of my suitcase and put them on before arriving at San Jose International. It was 5:15pm. I quietly stood in line at the cancer causing scanning device(s). When i took off my cross trainers, my left one blew to bits. White dust everywhere. You have got to be kidding! I swept my shoe(s) into the grey bucket and took my lumps during the MRI. Alaska Air gave me clear packing tape. I left a white trail of debris in three airports on three airplanes.
I need shoes. Size 11 US.