Squeek-Squak

These shoes are killing me. They're brand new and they're already giving me grief.
It's not that they're uncomfortable - quite the contrary actually; they're fantastically comfortable.
It's that they squeek. We're not just talking a cute little pipsqueeky kind of squeek. We're talking LOUD, obnoxious, WD-40 needing squeeking that echoes through the corridor. Our office is carpeted so I'm safe within its confines. But the restroom is waaaay down the hall which is not carpeted. And then there's the mailbox around the corner, and anytime I want to leave the building.

Sheesh. This is going to be a long day.