So I'm at my grandpa's funeral last week and in walks my nephew, Mitchell. Mitchell is 14 years old and about 6'3" tall. He had some pretty cool shoes on, so I say, "Mitchell, dude, I like your shoes."
Mitchell says, "Mom made me wear them...they're too small. My toes are crammed into them right now."
So I ask, "What size are they?"
He says, "11."
I ask, "What size do you wear?"
"12 and a half."
I say, "Dude, I wear 11's. I'll give you $20 for them right now."
So I've got a new pair of shoes...
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I'm online for the moment and getting caught up...ha!
Mitchell will get a kick out of this post. You did forget to mention that you told him to NOT get them muddy (while carrying the casket) since you were buying them....lol! He was thrilled with the $$. He was so thrilled, he put it in the offering plate on Sunday because he said that he was behind on his tithes....so you helped him catch up. Go figure!
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