Kaffash

There is something about them...all of them...the entire act of polishing, and shining people's old shoes, all day long, day after day. And then there is the whole key making situation. Who in the world came up with the idea that a shoe repair guy should also make keys? I mean, maybe they (?) thought it was so demeaning to just make keys that you also had to shine shoes to feel better about yourself?

Just want to know if anyone else has ever questioned the relationship between keys and shoes?

The Kaffash on Motor Ave... the little old man who was missing a couple of front teethe and his shop was as small as my closet. His Persian radio loud...you could hear it on the sidewalk. He was a character. All you could think of was "how in the world this guy came to America?", "Was he a kaffash in Iran?"..."has his life changed at all in America?"

Then I moved and of course looked aggressively for a new kaffash...tried a couple of ones and didn't like them. Beh delam nachasbeedan.

Until I found the new Kaffash. Right on my way to work and home. His Spanish music always on and loud...there is a poster of James Dean sitting in his shop...he has three big plants that need water and are dying. His English is pretty good...and boom, there is a huge American Flag in his store. Of course, keys are hanging on the wall. His price is reasonable.

So now I have a new Kaffash.

Wait...did the Persian kaffash in LA make keys? I don't remember seeing keys...maybe I should go back and check next time I m in LA...and just to say hello. Would he remember me?