1. The cold season had to be officially over.
2. I had to have a reason to have them fixed.
Check and check!
It's been months since I first threatened to get them repaired, but turns out I was boot-fix phobic. I was scared, plain and simple. What if...it cost a fortune? ...they shined them up? I like 'em scuffy! ...it took weeks and weeks to get it done? What if...what if?!?!
Well, turned out it was $10 total to have both boots repaired. They did not shine them up. The boots were ready twenty-four hours after I dropped the off.
Phobia officially declared unwarranted!
What should I have been phobic about? The one minute phone conversation I had with Dave about my boot repair where he kept repeating back what I was excitedly conveying by saying "boob repair". You know, boob repair was only $10, boob repair involved restitching, you know.... And then he had to explain the joke because I never once understood him to be saying "boob" instead of "boot". Poor guy.
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