from my lost friend in tagged.com
Every night around six, a tired- looking man used to board the 42nd street tram in New York- and each evening he would remark to the conductor that his feet hurt.
One night the conductor asked him why he didn't buy another pair of shoes if the ones he had worn so long were uncomfortable.
"Well, it's this way," the man said, "I have so little in life. A year ago my wife left me. My son is in jail. My daughter ran away from home. And the only comfort I have is when I get home each night is to take off these shoes."
























































































