Lets see. I got two pairs of shoes, one never fit right, so I went to return them, but Hibbett’s Sports wouldn’t do anything for me, because I was outside the 30 days and I didn’t have a reciept, so I contacted Nike, sent the shoes to Oregon, Nike sent me back a credit for a purchase on their website, bought shoes at Nike.com and then had to return them to the Nike Store in Aurora, because they didn’t fit and i didn’t want to bother spending more money and time sending them back and waiting on shoes again, got my money back from the Nike store, because the Nike.com receipt doesn’t show that it was a gift card, it just showed my credit card information, because I had to pay for part of the shipping, I went back to Hibbett’s Sports, bought two more pairs of shoes, and again the shoes didn’t fit.

That enormous run on sentence brings us to today.

I drove way out to Massillon, which to be completely honest I don’t think I’ve ever been there before. I can’t remember a single time I went out there for anything.

The map I got from Google was absolutely horrible. I could have taken 77 South the whole way, instead it had me going down a 35 mph road, with construction. Either way is pretty direct, so I don’t think there is a lot of excuses for it.

I went all the way out there so I could return a pair of shoes, because I didn’t want to see the guys at the Hibbett’s Sports next to where I live. I wanted to believe that another Hibbett’s Sports might have a pair of shoes that would work. It turns out that none of the stores have any shoes, so I got a gift card instead.

The next chapter in this adventure will be the purchase of yet another pair of shoes in a few weeks when the sales people assured me they would be getting another shipment in.