Shoe Envy

On the first warm and sunny day, I decided to bust out of the basement and walk across the train tracks to JP Licks. It was practically Summer, I had no lunch, so a small ice cream seemed to be the right dietary decision.
Busting out of the hospital into the warm sun, I thought for a minute that I should have taken off my lab coat, given that it identified me as a dietitian, especially since I was up to no dietary good. I crossed the tracks, crossed the street, and made my way over to the corner and into the shop. I pondered for a minute, and got my small cone and realized that I had to head back to work. Maybe it was the sunshine, maybe it was the surge of vitamin D from the dual sun conversion and ice cream in my mouth, but I actually stopped when a homeless person started chatting with me.
"Hey, I Looooove those shoes!" She yelled.
I turned around, walked back and stopped.
"Do you know how old these are?" I laughed.
She smiled, "I saw you walkin in and I said, Them are my kinda shoes"
I laughed, looked at her feet fearing that I should give them to her, but realized she was easily a size 8, no match for my size 6.
"Well, Thanks!" I started back.
I didnt tell her that her shoe envy were my pride and joy, 10 year old Joan and David's, retailing for over 150$ at the time, but purchased at the outlet for 50.
God I miss that outlet.
I realized then that quality is quality, I suppose anyone can see that, right?