A week later I run into Pete at a concert. "Where's your shoes?" I yell over the loudspeakers. "I stopped wearing them" Pete shouts back "they gave me blisters and the stitching was coming apart. I don't know how people wear shoes all the time. I guess I'm just not cut out for shoes." "We'll have to talk about shoes later" I yell "I can barely hear you."
So there is no way humanly possible for Pete to say, "Yeah, I bought some shoes that aren't as nice as yours, but they still fit fine"?
Inexpensive DOES NOT have to mean TRASH.