By Rich Lindbloom
One of life’s simple little pleasures is a great shoe shine. That along with a freshly detailed car, (c’mon, admit it, some of you have McDonald wrappers in your back seat), a good night’s repose or a smile from your wife tend to inordinately lift one’s spirits. The above picture was taken last Saturday before the Bruins game. I’ve had my shoes shined by Haywood for numerous years now. Trust me when I tell you he can bring the dead back to life! If you’re like me, getting the shoes shined gets put on the back burner in my busy life. In fact, if you ever notice that my shoes don’t match my outfit, it’s because I finally decided, after 4 months, to get them shined no matter what the fashion disaster. (Haywood recommends 6 weeks by the way.) Think about it for a second – do you think Hossa would let those bad boy white loafers go that long? Forget about it!
In a related story, I took two customers to a Hawks game a few years back with my boss. With about 5 minutes remaining in the 1st period, I came to the calculated conclusion I could not wait until the end of the period to relieve myself. As I came out of the bathroom I noticed Haywood in his chair. H’mmm, I thought, maybe I’ll get a quick shoe shine. Unfortunately, I forgot how thorough Haywood is, and found myself sitting in his chair a little longer than anticipated. It was then that my boss emerged from Sec 101.