Ninety-Eight Dollar Shoes

Small town. Donna and I arrived early in Clarkesville to watch one last pass­ing of the Tour de Geor­gia before head­ing home. It was chilly so we ducked in to the local cof­fee place for some­thing to drink. While we waited for our bev­er­ages to arrive we devoured a home­made scone and soaked up the atmos­phere. The place was full with locals and cycling tourists alike. One table over were three women chat­ting about stuff and Donna over­head one of them men­tion and then show off her new $98 shoes.

Fast for­ward 2 hours. We have had lunch and are check­ing for a nice van­tage point. We find one on a curb just past a sharp turn. After we had been there about 15 min­utes the tour was get­ting closer and the crowd was build­ing around us, Donna pointed out that by some fluke there were the same three women from the cof­fee shop and right next to us were the new $98 shoes. Ever the doc­u­men­tar­ian, I took a picture.