Either glorious or kind of worn out.

I often wonder how often people think about my shoes. Probably never, but maybe once in awhile when the rest of my appearance is so put together that a person’s gaze makes it all the way past my lazy eye and crooked nose, over my rumpled shirt and unbuttoned fly, by my bulging stomach and the mustard stain on my bulge-free crotch to make it down to my shoes which are either glorious or kind of worn out depending on how you feel about about men with all of the other attributes in this sentence.