This comic was based on a slight misunderstanding.  See, I’d learn later in the relationship that Maggie was actually fine-ish with me wearing velcro shoes, and her problem was actually that my velcro shoes were garbage even for velcro shoes.  And so, trying to be a less embarrassing boyfriend, I bought laced shoes.

And then I kind of rode that laced momentum for like a decade, since mostly I’d try to find whichever shoes at Target had the most orange, and that was never the velcro shoes, so

i just… i just hate tying shoes, folks