Man, I used to roll my eyes so hard at rocker toe shoes I thought they'd get stuck. Had this one mare with chronic stumbling, and I tried every trick in the book, pads, different trims, the whole deal. Finally caved and slapped on a pair, mostly to prove they were junk. Two weeks later she's moving like a yearling, and I'm eating a big slice of humble pie. Your story hits home, it's wild when the gimmick turns out to be the real deal.

Yeah, it got fully erased from history. Maybe it's in witness protection.

Why do you think hands-on stuff like that cuts through the small talk better than just hanging out? Feels like having a shared goal to focus on, even a silly one, makes the real talk happen on its own.