You start making your way up the street. You’re caught by surprise at how people move out of the way when they see your large frame heading towards them. Usually you used to be the one that moved out of the way with your previously nimble build.
“So where’s this shop?” your dad asks.
“It’s much further up,” you reply dryly.
Main Street is actually a long pedestrianized street on an incline and it’s quite a hot day. You realise you’re actually feeling winded walking up half-way through it and your knees are starting to ache carrying you weight.
“Jeez I’m feeling tired” you gasp as beads of sweat formed on your forehead and your pits filled with sweat.
“Well being a big old guy has its downsides,” your dad chuckles seeing you puff like a broken down train while he in contrast still looked fresh. “That’s what you get for calling your old man fat and slow!” he adds.
“I need to stop and catch my breath,” you add puffing and red-faced.
You had actually stopped in front of a shoe store. Feeling the fresh current of the air conditioning coming from the inside you decide to step inside to cool down.
You drop yourself on the first seat you see, the plastic bench groaning under your weight.
Meanwhile your dad, who’s not in the least tired by the walk, started browsing the shelves.
When you finally catch your breath you notice that your dad’s been gone a while, hidden behind the shelves of shoes. You decide to go look for him.
You finally find him looking at a pair of shoes.