-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!
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Deb M | Year Posted 2024
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