Best Shoe Shine - 2005
The size of a walk-in closet, YAKOV has a wall cluttered with an assortment of timeworn doodads seemingly for sale. You hand your shoes to an expressionless man and grab a seat, reading an ancient Us Weekly magazine ("Bennifer to Split?") in your socks. Five minutes later, the shoes you'd marked for death look like they're just out of the box. You notice you're smiling in their reflection. A mere $3 buys those ratty kicks another month.