I was walking down the street this afternoon while holding in my both arms 3 boxes of new shoes that our neighbor donated for the foundation. I was so happy because it's the first time I have talked to the man of their house since I started living in this neighborhood. I was quite surprise when his wife went into my house this morning and invited me to come to their house so I can personally get the new shoes they will be donating. I instantly agreed of course.
When I entered their house, more than 20 pairs of old shoes are in the ground, each are wrapped in a plastic. Then on the other side, there were 3 boxes of new shoes. They are Sketchers, pretty expensive rubber shoes.
After a few minutes of stay and talking with the family, I then bid goodbye. I thanked them to my highest praises. I told them I will just walk home so I'll bring first the 3 boxes of shoes and then I'll ask someone to pick up the old pairs.
So there, I was walking down the street when I accidentally stepped into a stone and the shoes boxes was thrown into the air. As I was picking up the boxes and the shoes, I noticed that instead of having 3 pairs, or a total of 6 shoes, there are only 5 on the ground.
I searched the place thinking I lost the other half of the pair. But that seemed impossible because the place is just small and that it wouldn't be thrown too far because of that reason. So I started thinking maybe the box really contained only 5 shoes from the start. But still I continued my way home.
While walking I heard a voice calling my name. It was my neighbor, in her hand is the other half of the pair I was looking for. Haha, there all my questions were answered. The shoe happened to be "misplaced" by their 7 year old son.
Anyway, I was happy that I got to finally have the 3 complete three pairs of shoes. And in an hour, I had the old pairs picked up as well.
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