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Two of a pair…

Some years ago I went shopping with a fellow superintendent at a wholesale shoe store in Boston and bought two pairs of sneakers. One pair was beige and the other dark brown. I loved wearing running shoes on the golf course because they made me feel young and athletic and when I walked across a green, vibes went through my body that helped me determine the needs of the grass. Over time, the sneakers had worn unevenly and I ended up with just one pair: one shoe dark and the other light colored. I wore them mostly on my early morning inspections. No one ever noticed until one day….

mismatchedIt was a cloudy morning, a dull day after a rainy weekend that forced me to cancel the carts and the Allied Shoe Man’s golf tournament was about to tee off. A full field and most were very unhappy about having to walk. The golf pro, never one of my great fans, had brought in extra carts. My adverse decision turned profit into loss for him.

I certainly was very unpopular at the club that day. Never shy to face my critics, I headed for the clubhouse, smiling bravely. As I approached the putting green, one of the tournament players came my way. “Uh, oh, here it comes,” I thought, as I braced myself for the forthcoming blast.

“Young man,” he said, “you remind me of Stephen Leacock.” My spirits lifted immediately. To be compared to the great humorist, the Canadian Mark Twain, was a wonderful compliment…

“Young man,” he said, “you remind me of Stephen Leacock.” My spirits lifted immediately. To be compared to the great humorist, the Canadian Mark Twain, was a wonderful compliment. Finally, someone had recognized my witty writing skills. Needless to say, I was very flattered. Anxious to make the good feeling last, I asked my new friend what characteristics in my person had reminded him so much of my idol. Without hesitation he replied that just like Leacock often did, I was wearing two different shoes.

It was not a good day to deal with the golf pro, and I slunk back to the barn…

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