Thursday, March 23, 2006

Things Get Weird at Tamarack Village

The Robot Era was short-lived in our household. Our dog, Ike, decided he wanted to eat Henry's robot shoes. The whole ordeal was very upsetting and Ike is skating on thin ice these days. I swear if that dog so much as farts in my general direction he's getting a one way ticket to the glue factory. I think he knows this and has been really buddying up with Henry.


The upside to this tragedy is that baby got a new pair of shoes. We had heard from our friends that there was an unusual shoe store in Woodbury run by a little old asian lady they refer to as The Shoe Nazi. I decided to check it out. Apparently, the lady used to sell both of the popular brands of the soft soled baby shoes - Bobux and Robeez. Now she only sells Bobux. I was told that the shoe nazi was easily excitable if you mention Robeez and would start an angry rant about how Robeez were a vastly inferior product and how "Robby choke ankle". I was still feeling kinda crappy from the wisdom teeth getting pulled less than a week before and made the decision not to incite the wrath of the shoe nazi during my visit. That didn't matter. Here's a brief recap of my experience:

My wife had looked at the different styles of shoes on the "internets" the night before. So I didn't have to shop around, I just walked in and scanned the rack of baby shoes until I found the style and size I wanted and took them up to the Shoe Nazi for purchase. The following exchange is real and was transcribed to the best of my recollection, without embellishment:

Shoe Nazi: You find everything OK?

ME: Yep.

SN: You have baby boy. HOW OLD?!

ME: Eight months.

SN: You smart - you get right size. Room to grow, too.

ME: Yep.

SN: You see on box it say "the original" Bobux? These good shoe. Robby copy shoe - NOT ORIGINAL ... and choke ankle.

ME: Yeah. I've heard they are rather dangerous.

SN: I only sell Bobux, no Robby. Everybody love Bobux. I sell at least five pair every day. Someday, Saturday, Sunday, SELL 20 PAIR!

ME: Huh.

SN: Thank you. Good day.

ME: Alright, take it easy.

In conclusion, if you find yourself in Woodbury with some free time on your hands you'd be doing yourself a serious disservice if you didn't check this place out. No foolin' beave'.

In a "return to nature" theme, we decided on the stylings of the fuzzy sea turtle.

Added for your veiwing pleasure is a photo of H2: Electric Bugaloo just maxin' and relaxin' in his "I do all my own stunts" shirt and his new fuzzy sea turtle Bobux from The Shoe Nazi of Tamarack Village.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Oh my goodness that sounds like some experience! I have to say i like the new shoes much better anyway neutral tones go amazingly better with henry's complexion! sorry to hear about the wisdom teeth i went through that experience myself senior year and let me tell you be glad you don't have to go to highschool with swollen cheeks like i did, I'll never forget that experience.

LA said...

Holy cow. What a freakshow. I love it!
Say, since you are all diggn' the footwear for Hank maybe you would be interested in this: we are all vegetarians here in this house, (I do wear leather, Steve does not, Esther cannot make that decision for herself) and we received a really lovely pair of supersoft cushy sheepskin booties from our pals in NM. I have been very hesitant to just put them in the Goodwill pile because they are too nice and adorable to get rid of. If H. or any other kiddie you know could use them drop me a line at lastwalley@yahoo.com I can send pics if you want. They are pretty big and I’d be happy to email you all pics if you want.

belsum said...

Dude. I think I may just have to visit the Shoe Nazi. We've been talking about finally getting Kirk some proper footwear.

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