I surprise Mo with a pair of New Balance 110s, the World’s Greatest Trail-Running Shoe. She tries them on, runs a mile on the treadmill, floats some theory about how shoes should contain something called “cushioning” (?) and summarily rejects them. No big deal. I just need to send them back to Running Warehouse.
The shoes sit next to my chair, peeking out of the box, for a month. Or two months? I’m not sure. I keep hoping a UPS guy will stop by and say, “Hi, I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d check to see if you have any packages to pick up.” No big deal. I have three months to return them.
Mo is getting dressed on her way to teach kids to draw monkeys. She is wearing Real Black Shoes. As she walks by me, she looks in the box. “Hey. These shoes will work,” she says. She puts them on and loves them. The New Balance 110 instantly becomes the World’s Greatest Trail-Running Shoe AND the World’s Greatest Monkey-Drawing Shoe. No big deal. I bet Anton Krupicka would be honored.
Closing scene: Mo, NB 110s and monkey walk into sunset together. UPS guy and I breathe a sigh of relief.