The Left-Shoe Shop on Maple Street
Gus Lindqvist had waited an entire year to open his shoe shop. When the enormous delivery truck finally arrived, he happily rolled out two hundred boxes. Then he opened the first one, and inside was a shiny brown shoe. He opened the second, and there was another shiny brown shoe. By the tenth box, Gus understood the problem: every single shoe was a left shoe.
"I am left with a big problem," he groaned. "And I was right to worry."
He put a sign in the window anyway, and it read, "Shoes for Lefties." Customers wandered in, looked at the boxes, and walked right back out again. One man tried on a shoe and then hopped around on one foot while his friend laughed loudly.
That afternoon, Gus noticed the shop across the street, which was called Ruth's Right Shoes and looked just as quiet as his own. He crossed the road and knocked on the door.
"Ruth," he said, "do you happen to have only right shoes?"
Ruth's mouth fell open. "A mix-up at the factory," she said. "Two hundred of them!"
The two shoe sellers looked at each other and began to grin. They pushed their boxes together in the middle of the street and held a tremendous sale, giving each customer a left shoe from Gus and a right shoe from Ruth. Some of the pairs did not match in color, but nobody minded. Within a week the sign above the doors read "Left and Right Shoes," and the line of shoppers went all the way down Maple Street.