Alright folks, let me tell you about this wild goose chase I went on yesterday. The mission? Figuring out “what kind of shoe is Johnny wearing.” Sounds simple, right? Wrong!
It all started with a blurry photo. A friend sends it over, says, “Hey, recognize these kicks?” It’s a shot of some dude’s feet, angled weird, and the shoes are partially obscured by, like, overgrown grass. Classic.
First thing I did? Zoomed in. Enhanced. All that CSI stuff. Didn’t help much. The logo was too small, the details were too fuzzy. So, I started thinking… what kind of guy is Johnny? Is he a sneakerhead? A practical dude? An outdoorsy type?
I start listing out possibilities in my head. Is it Adidas? Maybe some classic Stan Smiths? Nah, too plain for Johnny. Nike? Could be, but which ones? Air Max? Jordans? This was getting me nowhere.
So I went old-school. I thought about the general shape and build of the shoe and remembered a pair of Timberland boots I saw at the mall. I fired up google and started scrolling through images of work boots to see if there were any matches, taking into account the color and style.
This part was tedious. I was comparing soles, stitching patterns, the angle of the heel. After what felt like an eternity, I spotted something similar. A pair of Dr. Martens boots that looked pretty close. I studied the photo with it side by side and noticed that the stitching was different, as well as the height of the heel.
Alright. Let’s try another angle. I started racking my brain for brands I’d seen Johnny wear. He’s always talking about comfort, so something supportive and sturdy was my next thought. I went back to google and looked up work boots with arch support, and then, Eureka! I found a pair of Wolverine work boots that looked like a near perfect match.
I sent the pic back to my friend. “Think it’s these?”
A few minutes later, I get a reply: “Spot on! How’d you do that?”
I just shrugged and replied, “A good detective never reveals their secrets.” But really, it was just a whole lot of guesswork and internet deep-diving. Anyway, that’s the story of how I identified Johnny’s shoes. A blurry photo, a lot of patience, and a little bit of luck. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need a nap.
