If you were a shoe, what kind would you be?

He was beyond indignities.  Whatever could be done to him had been, and he was simply tired of the time that stretched in front of him.  He shuffled slowly, partly because he had nowhere to go, and partly because the shoes on his feet didn't fit.  Cars beeped, but couldn't get him to raise a hand.  He shuffled, and waited for the end of his time.