Bizzarly enfuriating is an understatement. The frizzy, unwilling adversary that is a Deteriorating Shoelace Tip could put a 10 year old vegitarian into cardiac arrest.
After an aged pair of laces slips out its designated whole, just forget about re-insertion and move on with your life. Otherwise, before you know it, slipping on a pair of old high school Jordan's on your way to a beach pick-up game turns into a bout between you and these fucking laces. Energy that should of been spent wheeling and dealing in the Lane, dishing to your washed-up buddy encouraging his so-called "wet threeball" and steamrolling to the tin is now wasted on carefully mutilating shoelace tips that seem to be avoiding the shoelace holes like the plague.
He who has created such bullshit has remained quite elusive on the internet, but for some reason the exact date of 'plastic ends on shoe laces' is readily available - March 27th, 1790. So the blame must fall on the date itself: Fuck you, March 27th, 1790.
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