Doc Marten's 20 eyelet knee high comfy boots.
Took me forever to ladderlace them.
They are cheaters as they do have side zippers.
I guess the Trad Gods looked down upon me for it and decided to smite me.
Pleading dyslexia as the reason for the need of zippers in the first place did not appease the Gods.
As they pointed a craggy hand at the zipper,let out a giggle and a snarl...
BLAMMO!
Spontaneous Zipper combustion.
Dammit.
Shit.
Fuck.
Now what...
Do I send them back to Fleet Street?
Do I retire them?
Do I get all punk rawk and put them back together with safety pins or duct tape?
No...
I bring them to Tony's Shoe Repair.
Shoe Genuis looked at the boot,then gave me that knowing glance of "Ah....Trad God Smiting,yes?"
I answered with my eyes alone,the look of zipper shame that said "Yes".
He told me the zipper would need replacing and he'd try and get it as close as possible to the original but couldn't guarantee it would match it's mate.
I was okay with that,I feel kind of lost without my Doc's...
Besides,it's still better than safety pins or duct tape.
Less than 24 hours later,I go pick up my boot.
O.M.G.
It's as if the smiting never happened!
It was a miracle.
Tony's must have a Lourdes of Zippers grotto in the back of the shop or something.
I can picture thousands of broken zippers hanging from the rocks...
Speaking of rocks,Tony's Shoe Repair and their resident Shoe Genius rocks!
Thank you Thank you Thankyou!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!