In San Francisco, where I've lived for two years now, there are little streets that in any other town would simply be called alleys. In the alley behind my office, I often find interesting things like:
I think these shoes were left here in some attempt at bartering, or the previous owner thought he/she was putting the shoes away all nice and orderly before sleeping in a hobo house. Note that they are nearly aligned heel to heel, not scattered willy nilly, or one lying on its side at some disorderly angle to the other.
People like order, people! Just look at the evidence, nay, the sign of the abandoned shoes.
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