“Nice shoes”, she says, leaning across her boyfriend to get my attention on the subway.
“Thanks”, I say, “I noticed yours too.” Hers were bubbly and burgundy, quite funky.
“You’re walking on Angels”, she tells me. “It protects from the Devil, says that beneath the shoe.”
Indeed, the sole is inscribed, ‘Resists alkali, water, acid, fatigue and Satan.’
She would know, because, as she tells me, she used to wear Fluevogs.
“I just got them”, I told her. “I have other Fluevogs but I just got these a couple days ago and I’m breaking them in.” They were still hurting.
“No, those are good shoes”, she says. “Walk in peace. That’s another one of John Fluevog’s slogans.”
“Thank you!”
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