All I can tell you is we were in Ocean City and my mother went to get my fathers shoes prepared for the church conference we were at, and the shoemaker told her he was busy. So she said 'what about tomorrow', and he said he was busy then, so she asked when she could bring them, and he said he would be busy something to the affect of 'forever'. So I thought in my childs mind, boy he was a busy cobbler and we turned to leave, but she turned around and let him have a 'piece of her mind'... That is when I first found out we were 'different'...