Yesterday I was reminded of one of my grandfather’s puns.
“My feet are killing me,” said a customer while I was working the cash register at the Thrift Shop where I volunteer. The woman asked if she could trade in the new ill fitting shoes she’d purchased the day before at big box store for a much more comfortable used pair on our shelves. After she left my fellow clerks and I chatted about the damage poor fitting shoes can do to a person’s feet.
It reminded me of something my mother once told me. Her father always insisted on his children having shoes that fit well. My grandmother’s feet had been damaged by poor fitting shoes and Grandpa didn’t want that to happen to his kids. He spared no expense to be sure his four children had shoes that fit properly.
He used to joke and say he was going to make sure his children had a good under standing. Get it?
Other posts about my mother’s childhood…….