- May 6, 2002
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Last Monday morning I drove out to my local Champ's to line up for the XI Lows that just dropped, as they were giving out guaranteed tickets. When I showed up I was fourth in line. Two of the people ahead of me were a middle-aged woman (I'm middle-aged myself) and her twenty-ish son. It was still more than an hour until the store opened so we got to talking to pass the time. I was wondering why she was there with her son, since he was old enough to be there by himself, and she said she wasn't there for him, she likes to rock Js too and was going to cop a pair for herself. OK, my bad, LOL, No harm, no foul.
Anyway, after about 20 minutes of this, she suddenly turned to me and said "You know, I remember you from another Jordan line. It was a long time ago. We lined up in the middle of the night at Cortana Mall*. I remember you because you were first in a very long line and we were in it for about four hours, and then when the store finally opened, they told you they didn't have your size! I remember you raised hell about that, and ended up getting your shoes!".
I wasn't remembering this until she mentioned me being first in line and then being told they didn't have my shoe. I remembered that, LOL, and how it was resolved: I had called the store the day before the drop and specifically talked to the manager. He told me they had gotten one pair of size 13 and if I was first in line they were mine. So I got my *** out there at 3AM to be first in line, and after waiting 4 hours I wasn't about to be denied. When i got inside the store and the manager told me he'd made a mistake, I told him this was shady, that I wasn't some young teenager, that I knew people, and that if I didn't get my shoe I was calling his District Manager and raising hell with him about this store.
Turned out he had given the shoes to an employee of another shoe store from another mall. He took the shoes away from that dude, who was standing there holding the box, and gave them to me. Can still remember the look on that guy's face when the manager told him he had to give up the shoe, LOL. I paid and got out of there quick.
But I still couldn't remember the name of the shoes we were waiting for until the son chimed in. He said they were the Jordan 13 "Altitudes". Damn! That meant this incident took place more than 10 years ago. Turns out the day was February 26, 2005.
Amazed me that I was remembered by these folks almost 11 1/2 years later. We had a big laugh about that.
I suspect it also was because then and now, I was the only white dude in the line, LOL.
Anyway, those Altitudes are still going strong:
* An old mall that is across town from where we were lined up now for the XIs.
Anyway, after about 20 minutes of this, she suddenly turned to me and said "You know, I remember you from another Jordan line. It was a long time ago. We lined up in the middle of the night at Cortana Mall*. I remember you because you were first in a very long line and we were in it for about four hours, and then when the store finally opened, they told you they didn't have your size! I remember you raised hell about that, and ended up getting your shoes!".
I wasn't remembering this until she mentioned me being first in line and then being told they didn't have my shoe. I remembered that, LOL, and how it was resolved: I had called the store the day before the drop and specifically talked to the manager. He told me they had gotten one pair of size 13 and if I was first in line they were mine. So I got my *** out there at 3AM to be first in line, and after waiting 4 hours I wasn't about to be denied. When i got inside the store and the manager told me he'd made a mistake, I told him this was shady, that I wasn't some young teenager, that I knew people, and that if I didn't get my shoe I was calling his District Manager and raising hell with him about this store.
Turned out he had given the shoes to an employee of another shoe store from another mall. He took the shoes away from that dude, who was standing there holding the box, and gave them to me. Can still remember the look on that guy's face when the manager told him he had to give up the shoe, LOL. I paid and got out of there quick.
But I still couldn't remember the name of the shoes we were waiting for until the son chimed in. He said they were the Jordan 13 "Altitudes". Damn! That meant this incident took place more than 10 years ago. Turns out the day was February 26, 2005.
Amazed me that I was remembered by these folks almost 11 1/2 years later. We had a big laugh about that.
I suspect it also was because then and now, I was the only white dude in the line, LOL.
Anyway, those Altitudes are still going strong:
* An old mall that is across town from where we were lined up now for the XIs.
