The Squeeze recently got new shoes.
This is a BIG DEAL.
You see, The Squeeze had a pair a long time ago that he really, really liked. So he wore them every day until the soles were falling off and they looked liked something that might have died on the side of the road. Eventually, he was prevailed upon to acquire new shoes. He looked and he looked and he looked, and finally, he found the exact same pair and bought those. Those he wore until the front of the sole flapped off the shoe like a sad, thirsty dog's tongue, and the heel entirely fell off. You could say by this point, he definitely had a "type."
But this new pair? They're the same shoe (of course) but in a different color. They're dark grey and orange instead of medium grey and orange. Once they arrived--The Squeeze's feet are too big to get shoes in a store--he had to ease himself into the idea of actually wearing them.
First they sat in their packaging by the door for about a day. Then the outer packaging was removed and they waited patiently in their box by the bench where shoes are put on feet. Finally, quietly and without a fuss*, the old shoes were gone and the new shoes met their solemates.
I just love a story with a happy ending, don't you?
*No, it wasn't me.
(True: I am going to have some making up to do for this post. Hey, Squeeze, wanna see The Avengers with me this weekend?)