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So, this is Monday evening yoga on Lafitte Greenway.  While I do not attend, Rudy and I walk around them and soak in their peaceful vibes.  The Lafitte Greenway being two blocks from our house was one of the selling points.  

Here is the levee off of Severn Avenue in Metairie (Metry).  I was a dragon 🐉🐲Rudy around Metaire to go shoe shopping and making groceries.  After the shoe store, which I will tell you about later, I decided to take Rudy to the lake.  I realized that I could just go north from the mall and there it was.  We parked at the end of a residential street and just walked up.  It feels so otherworldly up on the levee.  The grass was so spongy.  And I also discovered that there were fire ants in the grass.  Luckily Rudy didn't step in them.  

So here are my new shoes.  I mainly needed them for our half mile walks.  

But, I did not get these at Dick's when I dragged Rudy out there.  So, what happened was, there were about two and a half minutes left during the Saints game when I decided to jump (Rudy doesn't jump really) into the car and make it over to the mall before the game was over.  I got there no problem.  But, there were still a few seconds left to the game when I walked into Dick's.  (Notice I am not going to make any phallic references because I'm so matour.). I walked around the two rows of shoes multiple times before I settled on a shoe I liked.  And I waited.  The game was over by then.  But I waited.  And I waited.  And I waited some more.  I watched a women pick up a shoe and wait.  And wait.  But then a guy came out of the back and helped her.  He walked right by me going into the back.  Then he walked kinda near me coming back out several minutes later.  And then I realized all these other customers had appeared in the shoe section right after the game had ended.  So I knew there was no hope.  

So here's the thing.  A long time ago, I was ignored when I went shopping.  No one bothered with little young me.  Then I got a little older, and salespeople came right to me when I walked in the door.  Not necessarily to help me, but to make sure I wasn't shoplifting,  And they would "discreetly" follow me.  I didn't really realize this at first.  Naive little me.  Then I got older, and I guess more invisible looking, less shopliftery looking. This also coincided with the financial crisis of 2008.  That was when all the stores cut salespeople.  And then no one would help me unless I tracked someone down and asked.  And it's mostly been that way ever since.  

So, the next day TFP and I went to the Nike outlet store which is like two miles from our house.  They have the display, and then they have the boxes of different sizes so you can help yourself.  I found some shoes I liked in a couple minutes.  Which is so fast for me.  And they had my size too, which was surprising.  And TFP, who usually can find shoes, didn't find anything he liked.  The bonus about these shoes was that they were $29.99.  The shoes that I wanted to get at Dick's were $74.99.  So, FU Dick's.  🖕🏼

And finally, here is an amusing sign at the Big Easy convenience store.  Personally, I don't think it's safe to run with a propane tank.  Also, when they are full, they are pretty heavy... just sayin.