So being in the tough economic times we are in, instead of paying $79 for a new pair of shoes, I decided (ok, Jeff made me) to get them repaired. $25 later and they are just like new. Awesome!
Me: Can you pick up my shoes at the repair place today?
Mr. Awesome: Sure.
Mr. Awesome: You mean, pick them up at the Cobbler's?
Me: Haha, yeah I guess so.
Mr. Awesome: Why don't we still call them Cobbler's?
Mr. Awesome: That's what they are, right? They fix shoes.
Me: Maybe because people would get them confused with the delicious dessert.
Mr. Awesome: Mmmmmm, cobbler.
Mr. Awesome: You mean, pick them up at the Cobbler's?
Me: Haha, yeah I guess so.
Mr. Awesome: Why don't we still call them Cobbler's?
Mr. Awesome: That's what they are, right? They fix shoes.
Me: Maybe because people would get them confused with the delicious dessert.
Mr. Awesome: Mmmmmm, cobbler.
