Let's Do the Time Warp Again
After leaving our eye appointment this morning and a quick pit-stop at Monorail Espresso, something across the street caught our attention on the way back to the parking garage. We crossed the street to see what a line of people were doing in lawn chairs and sleeping bags at the corner of 6th and Pike--all were fairly young, maybe late teens or early twenties. Some hot movie coming out? No, the line didn't stretch around the corner to the Meridian, and besides that always happens at Cinerama anyhow.
We wandered over to the camped-out line, and asked what they were waiting for.
"Shoes."
We look up. The Nike store, of course.
"Shoes?" We ask.
"Yes. Not until Saturday."
OK...we get it, sneakers are pretty hot shit these days (though we've officially become old enough that most pop music sounds the same and we can't discern the important differences amongst 50 different pairs of shoes separated by mere nuances as far as we can tell).
"What kind of shoes?"
"Jordans."
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Update: A slogger saw this too. Sarah Mirk thought maybe it was a parade (that hadn't occured to me) but regardless she apparently had a camera with her.
