My Sole Mate Shops IKEA

A colleague and I were searching for office shiz at the IKEA in Round Rock earlier today when a six-foot, six-inch mass of human male came walking toward me wearing a look of genuine purpose on his goateed face. For a moment I thought maybe I'd unknowingly run over one of his kids with my cart or pocketed some tiny piece of unpronounceable Scandinavian merchandise without realizing it, but when he got within pummeling distance of my person he just smiled, pointed toward my feet and said, "Nice shoes." One might imagine how confused I was until, still grinning, he gestured to his own feet, at which point comprehension occurred.