The other day I dropped my take-out-lunch salad, depositing the full container of salad and its white salad dressing all over my black shoes (and the floor), demonstrating a spectacular amount of clumsiness.

The next morning, I decided that polishing the shoes might be a good idea. I managed to figure out where my in-recent-memory-untouched box of shoe polish was and found a mostly dried-out jar of black polish. I managed to re-constitute the polish and…ta-dah! my shoes look like new.

It’s the little things…