The Shoes

Over breakfast, Frodo told me he finally did the inevitable, "I bought THE shoes," he gleefully declared. He reminded me of a 5-year old kid who finally got his Christmas wish from Santa.

"Really? So how was it?", I had to ask him.

"It felt like walking on stilts."

"Of course. It's not called elevator shoes for nothing", I said.

He boldy asserted, "If I wear it, I'm actually taller than you are."

"Ows!"

"I'm not kidding!" he might as well have sworn on the grave of his grandparents.

"So you don't have to wear elephant pants to hide the 4-inch evidence?"

"Naaawh! Are you out of your mind?"

Curious to take a look, I asked him, "Do you have it with you?"

"I left it at home. I once wore it to a client meeting and the client kept on asking me why I look different."

"He's just not used to seeing you taller," I rationalized.

"You have to walk carefully lest you trip over. Also, there's no way you can run in case of fire" Frodo probably thinks I'm interested in buying one myself.

"Didn't you try it on when you bought it?"

"Of course I did. It's different when you have a large ground to cover."

"Then you have to buy another pair right? You can't possibly be taller one day and 4 inches shorter the following. You're clients might think they need to have their eyes checked.

"I know. I think I might just do that."

And then I gave him the butterscotch I bought in Iloilo and he gave me a surplus mug with his company's logo on it.