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Nikko Freako
We got my friend Ben married off today.
Yesterday, I go to the formal wear store to pick up my tux. Fits fine, except when I take the shoes out of the bag, they smell musty. Bad. Like a baseball glove left out in the rain. Like they had been put away wet and left in the bag for a month. I alert the salesperson, who bore a striking resemblence to Master Chef Bobby Flay, and he told me to "Feel free to spray them down" and that they did not have a replacement pair available.
I went home and gave them the lysol treatment. And again. And again. I let them sit in front of a fan for almost 24 hours and they still stunk. Now I know what you are thinking, but at this point I had wore them for only 30 seconds to try them on and my feet are not vile enough to contaminate them that quickly.
(Now my newly wedded friend Ben, his heinous feet are another story!)
I proceeded to rub them down with rubbing alcohol and a cotton ball to no avail. I am just home from the wedding dance and some 35 hours later they still smell musty.
Other than suggest retirement for that pair of size 11's, Should I:
A) Raise hell?
B) Take the bad service up the kazoo?
C) Invite the salesman over for some "Grillin' and Chillin'?"
ps. Ben married up.
Yesterday, I go to the formal wear store to pick up my tux. Fits fine, except when I take the shoes out of the bag, they smell musty. Bad. Like a baseball glove left out in the rain. Like they had been put away wet and left in the bag for a month. I alert the salesperson, who bore a striking resemblence to Master Chef Bobby Flay, and he told me to "Feel free to spray them down" and that they did not have a replacement pair available.
I went home and gave them the lysol treatment. And again. And again. I let them sit in front of a fan for almost 24 hours and they still stunk. Now I know what you are thinking, but at this point I had wore them for only 30 seconds to try them on and my feet are not vile enough to contaminate them that quickly.
(Now my newly wedded friend Ben, his heinous feet are another story!)
I proceeded to rub them down with rubbing alcohol and a cotton ball to no avail. I am just home from the wedding dance and some 35 hours later they still smell musty.
Other than suggest retirement for that pair of size 11's, Should I:
A) Raise hell?
B) Take the bad service up the kazoo?
C) Invite the salesman over for some "Grillin' and Chillin'?"
ps. Ben married up.
