Shews

As I sit here knitting (see last post) in front of my laptop, I'm reflecting back on a great February break and all the good times I've had recently with friends. So, in the spirit of friendship and nostalgia, I've decided to recount my earliest memories with my friends. In order to make it more interesting (and possibly difficult) for myself, I've left out the names so that it's kind of like a guessing game.  So without further ado, here is the first of those stories, titled "shews" :p. 

When we were in eighth grade we played modified soccer together, and we got along pretty well. One day after practice I was fetching my soccer bag from the hallway by the gym where we kept them when I noticed that my friend had left her sneakers. I grabbed them and went outside searching for her. When I didn’t find her I figured she had already left and decided to take them home with me and return them to her on Monday so they wouldn’t get relegated to the lost and found (or worse!). Unfortunately though, I didn’t have her number, nor did I know how to spell her funky last name to look it up in the phone book…so I had no way of telling her that I had her shoes. This was back in the days before I had a cell phone. Anyway, my friend ended up going back to the school to search out her shoes, and after coming up empty decided to call around to see if any of her friends had picked them up for her. Somehow she found my funky last name in the phone book and called me. Upon discovering that I had the precious sneakers, she sent her mom out to my house to retrieve them. I don’t think I realized how very Polish this friend was until I opened the door to her mother and heard “thank you, [friend's name] really loves these shews”. I just can’t do that accent justice in writing.