shoe shine theory

If there’s one person I hate on the 16th street mall, it’s that shoe shine guy who sits near Appaloosa Grill harassing all passersby about the sadly un-shiny state of their shoes.

You know what dude? I’d rather give $7 to some stinky hobo than a guy sitting on a street corner who just insulted me.  Spending 15 minutes with some cratchedy old man spouting off his no doubt fascinating tales of how they used to respect shoe shine boys in them old timey days is not my idea of fun.

Now, contrast this with the scene @ the Tabor Center.

Here, on the 2nd floor, an intoxicatingly proportioned exotic looking lady spends her time bending over and servicing the ahem, shoe shine needs of the common man.

This is what it sounds like, when my shoes shine.

Rawr.