My brother’s best friend posted this picture to Facebook recently, and I knew I had to share with you guys:
Nick, my brother’s grade school confidante and best man at his recent wedding, explained the footwear catastrophe:
Had a little bit of a wardrobe malfunction at work today. Felt a breeze on my feet only to discover……the 12 year old shoes finally died. It’s my hobo fashion trend (which actually stand a decent chance of catching on in Southern California).
At least he took the incident in stride!
…Thank you thank you, I’ll be here all week. Tip your waitresses.
And hopefully he had a good pair of shoes to change into at work! If not, hey, it’s California. I’m sure they’re way more relaxed about that kind of stuff there. One friend on Facebook suggested stitching up the soles, while another recommended duct tape. Both were kidding. I hope. Another marveled at the coincidence of a simultaneous breakdown, suggesting Nick’s feet “hulked out” which I enjoyed picturing in my head.
These kind of style mishaps happen to everybody. I’ve certainly had more than my fair share. I remember a pair of Abercrombie jeans I had in college. They were artfully “distressed” aka covered in paint with holes all over them. One day, class ended and I stood up and heard a loud ”RIP-P-P-P-P-P-P.”
The small tear in the back of my jeans under the left pocket had just become a gaping hole. The entire left pocket was now flapping loosely around my thigh. I had to sling my backpack extra loose til I got back to my dorm to change. That was one for the record books.