Tan Shoes
"Don't spill anything on them. Don't be sick on them."
These were the strict orders given to me by my friend's father's girlfriend as I teetered from the house in her tan leather boots.
That night, a glass of cranberry and vodka was dropped next to my feet. I watched it fall in slow motion. I spent the rest of the evening in a blind panic, rubbing water onto the stains and sticking the shoes under the hand-dryer in the toilets. The stains were stubborn. They would not be removed, however hard I scrubbed.
The next morning, I put them back into the box with my eyes squeezed shut. I didn't want to see the extent of the damage. My conscience has been plaguing me since. I may even have dreamt about the girlfriend confronting me with boots in one hand. So today, when I went to see my friend, I timidly crept up to the girlfriend just before I left.
"Uh...the boots, I can take them home and try and remove the stains there." She nodded and smiled, albeit a little frostily. Understandable, as when I got home and opened the ginormous Clarkes box, I discovered the receipt, which kindly informed me they had cost £60. And she had bought them this January.
So now I have the task of removing dark cranberry and vodka stains from tan leather boots. Within the next few days. I may bring them back to Clarkes.
Eep.
These were the strict orders given to me by my friend's father's girlfriend as I teetered from the house in her tan leather boots.
That night, a glass of cranberry and vodka was dropped next to my feet. I watched it fall in slow motion. I spent the rest of the evening in a blind panic, rubbing water onto the stains and sticking the shoes under the hand-dryer in the toilets. The stains were stubborn. They would not be removed, however hard I scrubbed.
The next morning, I put them back into the box with my eyes squeezed shut. I didn't want to see the extent of the damage. My conscience has been plaguing me since. I may even have dreamt about the girlfriend confronting me with boots in one hand. So today, when I went to see my friend, I timidly crept up to the girlfriend just before I left.
"Uh...the boots, I can take them home and try and remove the stains there." She nodded and smiled, albeit a little frostily. Understandable, as when I got home and opened the ginormous Clarkes box, I discovered the receipt, which kindly informed me they had cost £60. And she had bought them this January.
So now I have the task of removing dark cranberry and vodka stains from tan leather boots. Within the next few days. I may bring them back to Clarkes.
Eep.
kiwiqueen - 11. Feb, 20:34
