The Female Psyche is Weird
When it comes to shopping, I exhibit the typically female characteristic of needing to try on every possible option before deciding on one. I needed new tennis shoes, so I went to Lady Foot Locker at the mall. The saleswoman rubbed me the wrong way -- she was just too brusque -- but she was busy. Anyway, I found the shoe I wanted by the only had an 8 and a 9, no 8-1/2. She told me she thought the 9 was fine, even though typically I'm an 8 or an 8-1/2, and I figured she should know, so I bought them.
But now every time I wear them, I'm bothered because I don't know what the 8-1/2 feels like. It might have been too tight, but any sign that the 9s are too big reminds me how much I dislike the saleswoman for telling me the 9s were fine. I'm also mad at myself because I later found a New Balance store and didn't go in to see if they had 8-1/2s. Now I've worn the 9s outside so I can't take them back, but they continually prick me with discontent. But what if I go try on 8-1/2s and they do fit better? Then I'd feel bad for having spent $60 on a pair of shoes that don't fit. I can't win!
But now every time I wear them, I'm bothered because I don't know what the 8-1/2 feels like. It might have been too tight, but any sign that the 9s are too big reminds me how much I dislike the saleswoman for telling me the 9s were fine. I'm also mad at myself because I later found a New Balance store and didn't go in to see if they had 8-1/2s. Now I've worn the 9s outside so I can't take them back, but they continually prick me with discontent. But what if I go try on 8-1/2s and they do fit better? Then I'd feel bad for having spent $60 on a pair of shoes that don't fit. I can't win!