Trading Shoes
"What size are you?" Starsky stared at Hutch's shoes.
"Uh—I don't see what difference that makes."
"Sure it does. We can swap shoes."
"Walk around in your cruddy Adidas? No thanks."
"Hutch." Starsky gave his partner a look. "What about that saying?"
"What saying?"
"You gotta walk a mile in somebody's sneakers before you judge 'em."
"Is that how that old saw goes?" Hutch's mouth twitched upwards.
"Yeah. So you wear my sneakers, and I'll wear your shoes. Real learning experience."
"Yeah?" Hutch tilted a smile, almost believing it.
"Yeah. That—and I just stepped in some dog poo."