“No shoes, no shirt, no service,” you think to yourself. “And there’s an ATM on the way to the shoe store.”
Congratulating yourself on your ability to rise to the occasion, you take some money out of the ATM and saunter into a shoe store.
“Can I help you, young man?” an old man says as you enter.
“Um… I wrecked my sneaks and socks and, um, I need to buy NeW oNeS,” you say as your voice cracks on the end of the sentence.
“No problem. What size are you?”
Crap. What size are you? You don’t even know how tall you are! “Um… I dunno.”
“Okay, we can measure you. But you need socks to try on shoes.”
“Um, okay, I’ll buy some socks too please.” The old man looks you up and down and you get embarrassed. Your teen body only has one reaction, and you can feel your erection poking the swimsuit out, but only a little. You shift to try to hide it.
The old man nods and grabs a package of socks. “What the… damn it, I hate it when they rip open the package and steal one pair! Well, son, it’s your lucky day, you can have these.” He passes over a torn bag of Nike socks, and you take a pair out and put them on. The heel slides past your foot and up onto your ankle.
“Whoops,” says the old man, “looks like you’re not ready for men’s socks quite yet.” He grabs another bag, tears it open, and hands it to you. You read the label. 5Y-7Y. You pull on the socks, noticing that your feet are ticklish, and stand up. “Come on over here, son,” the old man says, gesturing to a carpet with different feet printed on it. “Line up your feet.”
You step on the carpet. Size 7 is too big, so you step to size 6. Just right. No wonder you couldn’t wear your old size 14s!
“What kind of shoes do you want?” asks the old man.
“Um, I don’t know. Something cool.”
The old man smiles. “Well, these are what all the kids these days want to wear. He brings over a pair of skate sneakers. You try them on but they’re a bit too big.
“It’s okay, son, you’ll grow into them.” You pay the money (it’s so much!) and head…