A Saigon Story

We lived in Saigon many, many moons ago Of which I have a tale to share About a pair of my husband boots His favourites…. the ones he loved to wear A shoe shiner came to the work office A teenage boy who looked very poor Walked into the office quickly And stole shoes from at the door He ran with several pairs in hand While being pursued he dropped a few But alas my husbands boots Had vanished without a clue I had this overwhelming gut feeling That I would find this treasured pair Though extremely unlikely and unrealistic Due to abundant shoes stalls in Saigon “everywhere”! This feeling never wavered So each day on the school run while in the taxi I intently scoured every shoe stall As far as my eye could see Months later coming back from school I thought I spotted them in a stall Unsure but excited I gave my extremely sceptical husband a call My husband and his Vietnamese friend Drove passed the stall on his motor bike To first see if it was the said boots And YES…..I was right! My husband stayed out of sight While his friend went to the stall He bought back the boots at the Vietnamese price As the foreigner price would have been triple or more!! So due to an overwhelming gut feeling His beloved boots were home Bought twice by the same man Decades of moons later…. said boots he still does own!