Work Shoes

I got a wild hair a few days ago to clean and straighten up some clutter. In the course of doing so I came upon the husband's nasty, ratty shoes that he kept after getting a nice, new shiny pair.

"I'm throwing these away", I said.
"Nuh uh", he exclaimed.
"Uh huh".
"Nuh uh. Those are my work shoes."
"Work shoes? All you ever do is work your mouth."
"You threw my work shoes away, now I won't be able to work my mouth."

If only.

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