Funny story about these shoes: I was in Montreal four years ago. (That’s not the funny part; I’m still getting to it.) When I travel, I tend to eschew knickknacks in favor of souvenirs like articles of clothing. Or soaps and shampoos. Or hookers. You know: things I can actually use.
So I was in Montreal and I passed this trendy shoe store called Aldo. I’d never heard of Aldo (I’d heard of Aldi, but they have a terrible shoe selection) so I decided to buy some unique, not-available-in-Chicago shoes there to remember my trip. With the exchange rate, these puppies were $110, but they were totally worth it because I’d be the only person in Chicago—hell, maybe even in the whole United States—to have clunky white sport shoes confidently detailed in stripes of navy blue.
Of course, I wore them on my first day back at work. And I was totally at the vanguard of international fashion. And that night, I noticed for the first time that right behind the bus stop where I’d waited for my bus for the last couple years is a shoe store. An Aldo shoe store. An Aldo shoe store with a window display of clunky white sport shoes confidently detailed in stripes of navy blue. For $70.
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