The Brave Little Shoemaker
So Tuesday, I raced from work to get to the shoemaker/shoefixer before he closed at 5:00 p.m. As I pull into his driveway, I see him locking up and moan in defeat (he wouldn't be back 'til next Tuesday). He sees me and re-opens his store. I'm sweating and gasping and ask if he takes a check or Master Card. Nope. "You pay me when you see me next." Ummm....okay.

Now. If that isn't service, I don't know what is. Who says the days of the independent business are gone?

You can be sure I will be there with bells on next Tuesday, money in hand.