shuai ge

I went and visited my great-grandparents on Sunday. As I sat on their
couch and listened to the Extended Family Update, a pair of skate shoes
in the other room caught my eye. I wondered who had left them there.
"Grandpa, are those shoes yours?"

He was slightly affronted. "Of course!" he said. Who else could they
belong to? He slowly stood, shuffled over to get them, and put them on
his diabetic feet.

On closer inspection they proved to be Unlimited brand, black and white
and gold, with blinging rhinos on the side. "Seventeen dollars, down from
seventy!" Grandpa said proudly. I whistled. He had always been a styling
guy. Even now at ninety his taste was impeccable, if a little more urban.