Anyway, there I was, a week ago Monday afternoon, bored in the long security line at the Atlanta airport, looking for anyone - anyone - wearing decent shoes. Disappointing.
Made it to the concourse train, and as the doors close, I saw a younger fellow with blond hair and glasses wearing a light gray suit. I look down and what's this? Looks like a pair of oxblood Park Aves. I stare a few moments, being an amateur shoe-spotter, but there's something about the quality and rounded toe that confirms it's the 65 last.
As he looks up from his Apple Watch, I nod and ask "Park Aves?"
It takes him a moment to process the question and reply, "yes they are." I point down and say "Bleecker Streets today." That elicits another grinned confession from him: "and I've got a pair of Fifth Avenues on order."
"Concourse A" and the doors open. I have to go.
I imagine he was one of you filthy barnweasels as I walked to the gate...
Edited by RichieP - 3/1/16 at 5:16pm