Every once in a while, I do something which, strictly speaking, does not make any sense. Although it does if you follow my logic.
For instance, would you pay £14 to have the toes and heels of your favourite cowboy boots repaired, given that the boots only cost £9 to start with? These are the type of things that make economists shake their heads and go, "tut tut" over. Where is the sense in it?
I took them to my favourite cobbler (well, one of only 3 in town) who I have been going to for the past 16 years. My nickname for him is "Mr. Smiley" because he never does. Or at least he didn't use to smile, hardly ever. He was the Basil Fawlty of customer services. But after years of dealing with him, we have a laugh now.
I took in the boots and said, "Can you do toes and heels on these, please?"
He looked at them duviously and said, "Where's the metal toe studs? You've lost the metal bit."
"They didn't have any when I bought them."
"I don't know how I can fix them."
"But you can, can't you?"
"Don't you like a challenge?"
"Me? No, I hate 'em."
"So can I pick them up tomorrow?"
So, when I went back to collect them, he had done his usual fine job. "That's great!" I said. "Yeah, well, now you can get back to your horse," he said. I think he even smiled.