I walked into his shop; shoes are aligned straight on the shelf.
I see the shoemaker and I smile; he doesn’t make eye contact, he doesn’t smile.
I am trying to fix my boots; the soul keeps falling off. . Can it be glued?
I am not ready to throw them out yet. Can you fix my sole?
The shoemaker says he can fix it. Still no eye contact.
He over charges me; maybe that is why he makes no eye contact.
I know he is over charging me; he must need it. I don’t mind.
I stare at him; trying to get a smile. He wont’ look at me. He gives me the pink slip with his head down…and I leave.
I come back to get my boots. He said yes they are ready. I fixed your Sole.
I smiled and said thank you. Still no smile.
I paid him and left.