The shoes I have worn for a while now, since after my return to the dance hall, were not actually the first pair of dance shoes I've owned. My original dance shoes were a gorgeous Allen Edmonds pair, which, to date, still remain my favorite shoes.
What happened originally is that, while I was at the dance hall, the front of the sole of one of the shoes broke open. I intended to have it repaired, but, at that time, I still didn't know Omaha and kept delaying trying to find a shoe store. Eventually, when I stopped going to the dance hall, I came to just ignore them altogether.
However, I recently noticed them on my floor again and took an interest in repairing them. I now knew how to navigate Omaha, and so I looked up various shoe repair places on Google Maps before heading out and dropping my shoes off.
Originally, I was told that my shoes would be repaired within a week, and that it was a simple just of sowing the sole back on. I called a week later, and I was told that the soles were falling off the shoe, and I needed new soles. He promised me a lower price for my new shoes, originally about $75 for the repair, now $60, and that he was going to use something called "Sole Guard."
I was told the shoes would be ready by that Friday. I called that Friday, was told they were finished, and headed down to collect them. When I arrived, they showed me the shoes, to which they had ever so lovingly applied... rubber soles. Sole Guard is not an adhesive, as it had sounded over the phone, but an actual rubber sole.
I handed the shoes back and said that I wanted leather soles on my shoes, for dancing, and was told the shoes probably wouldn't be ready for a week.
I called a week later, and they said the shoes weren't ready, due to glue problems, but they would be ready on Monday. I called Monday, they said to call the next day.
By this point, I was somewhat frustrated, and so I headed down to the store on Tuesday to tell them that, if my shoes were not yet ready, I would be taking them back and heading somewhere else. When I arrived, on the day they told me to call back, I found the store...closed...
I went down on Wednesday to do what I intended to do Tuesday, and the store person brought out the shoes. The front portion of the sole had not been attached, even...
The store owner was very apologetic about the whole deal, and he promised me a 'good deal' (i.e. discount) for the mix-up, showed my the shoes and the material they were using, etc. I decided that, since the shoes were in their final stages of repair, it would probably be just as long of a wait if I took them elsewhere, and this place I already had reason to demand a lower price. Thus, I allowed them to take back the shoe, and then they decided...when I gave him my phone number for the THIRD time (honestly, do they even look at their notes?)... they wrote the number right on the sole...
Needless to say I was unamused. However, I called later to ask when they would be done and was told in an assured tone they would be ready by Saturday. I came in Monday, and the shoes were ready (finally).
This is the point where I was happiest: the guy looked at me and said that he had a story for me. At first, I began to suspect that my shoes would be again delayed, but, thankfully, he only told about everything that had happened and that, as a consequence, the repair job... was on them. They repaired my shoes for free. He showed me the job and, after I did some brief shopping to give him time to clean them up, let me have the shoes.

And these are the shoes. Needless to say, I am exceptionally pleased and impatient to try them out this Friday.