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cob: shoe shopping with size 9.5 EE feet, in a small community, where it doesn't matter HOW much money you're prepared to spend b/c there's nothing to buy anyway.

cob: having to spend $120 CAD (plus taxes) ON SALE for a simple pair of black leather slides.

cob: they were the ONLY respectable pair of shoes in the entire store that fit me (excluding the retirement-home-style lace-ups).

cob: wasn't NAFTA supposed to increase consumer choices for Canadians? Lying sacks of capitalist pig shit.

anti-cob: at least I have one respectable pair of shoes now. I'll have to find something with a closed back before winter, though. Mebbe I'll just get them cowboy boots I've been coveting for 12 years. I could totally get away with it, being from a ranching region.

cob: inheriting the exact size, shape, and structure of foot from my flat-footed, high-instepped father.

anti-cob: my father's flat feet kept him out of the Royal Canadian Army during WWII.

cob: the Royal Canadian Navy took him instead.

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cob: cars that drive by and all you can hear is the massively loud, thumping bass. I mean, maybe the dudes in the car think their music is so cool they want to share it, but all we can hear out here is "THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD." Not to mention, they are usually the assholes who don't manage to pull aside for emergency vehicles until the very last minute, if at all. Why? 'Cause they can't hear 'em! Dumbasses.

I want to throw a rock through a windshield every time a thumping bassmobile goes by.

It's especially lame and pathetic when you can see very well they are driving mommy or daddy's car.