A retired rock star was in New York for a charity concert at the hole in the wall venue where he'd had his first performance on his first tour, decades ago. He'd kept his suit jacket from that time, all these years, and brought it to wear.
Putting on the jacket before the show, he automatically checked the pockets and found a claim ticket for a shoe repair place. He remembered that all those years ago, he had taken his shoes to be repaired, and was probably too stoned after the concert to remember to pick them up before he left for the next concert on tour.
He checked the web and found that the shoe shop was still in business, just around he corner from the theater. He had an hour to kill before the show, so he went over.
There was a young kid behind the counter. The rocker gave the kid his autograph, on the old claim stub.
The kid told him,"We haven’t used these tickets since my granddad had the store. But, there has always been a pile of old stuff in a closet, maybe your shoes are there." The kid goes in the back to look.
A few minutes later, he comes back out, blowing the dust off an old shoebox.
"I think I found them!" he said. "Were they black and white wingtips?"
"Yes, yes they were."
"And they needed the left heel replaced?"
"Why, yes, that's right!"
"They'll be ready Tuesday."