A Decent Pair of Trainers
I decided that my old trainers were too decrepit for training and went to the sports shop in town. Whilst I took my shoes and socks off, I explained to the assistant that I'd like to go on the treadmill in order to be properly fitted for a decent pair of trainers. "You don't need to go on the treadmill," she looked at me standing in bare feet, "you definitely pronnate." I looked at her blankly. "Your arches have completely gone," she told me. Does that make me a Viking or a Celt? I can never remember which nationality's arch you're supposed to be able to fit a mouse under...
