J. M. Weston

Matters related to shoes could just be sooooooooooooooo ennoying.
Please allow me to set the play: walking on the street, in the city, you’re on your way to your first date. And unexpectedly, like the lightning of God punishing wrongdoing miscreants, your shoelace brakes. Damn f****** shoelace. Now everybody is looking at you, loosing your shoe, limping like a drunk man, and laughing at you. Not a good look for your first encounter. So, you go strait to the next MisterMinit and have a look on the shoelaces. Choices are: 45-60-75-90-110-150-180 cm. Now, as you are usually not walking with a ruler in your pocket, the BIG question is certainly not why you are on earth, but which laces are you going to take!
The answer is as easy as wanted: hoping you can still count the shoelace’s holes, 2 pairs of holes 45cm, 3: 45 or 60cm, 4: 60cm, 5: 75cm, 6: 90 or 110cm, 8: 150 and 9: 180cm. Thanks to Mr. Schott for this advice
Enjoy your run to your date.