Shoes
I anticipate disappointment whenever I shop for shoes. I always pass a fancy shoe store on my daily commute, so today, I decided to stop in. I scanned the shelves of shoes and quickly noted that the size range ended at 10. Determined, I attempted to slip some on, but they were tight, and, uh, never fit.
I asked the young lady if they had any 11s. She said, "I think we do!" and proceeded to squat at the column of 10s and point to roughly eight pairs of shoes in my size. "There's usually a sign here, but I guess it got pushed to the back." She didn't bother to fix that problem. I did like a cute pair of leopard print shoes with a slight heel. (I pretty much only wear flats because heels are against the nature of anyone's spine, or according to a friend of mine of average height, "Ugh, you don't have to wear heels because you are so tall! You don't have to try to compensate in order to go out with a guy!" With disgust.) I did not like them for $100, however.
The older lady in the store commented, with a bless-your-heart air, "It's so hard, isn't it?" Yeah. Girly pink glitter shoes were always too small for the childhood feet that desired them, and as a teen, I had better luck with boy's shoes. Airwalks to go with my JNCOs.
The third lady in the store, however, helped me to regain my joy and love of life:
I asked the young lady if they had any 11s. She said, "I think we do!" and proceeded to squat at the column of 10s and point to roughly eight pairs of shoes in my size. "There's usually a sign here, but I guess it got pushed to the back." She didn't bother to fix that problem. I did like a cute pair of leopard print shoes with a slight heel. (I pretty much only wear flats because heels are against the nature of anyone's spine, or according to a friend of mine of average height, "Ugh, you don't have to wear heels because you are so tall! You don't have to try to compensate in order to go out with a guy!" With disgust.) I did not like them for $100, however.
The older lady in the store commented, with a bless-your-heart air, "It's so hard, isn't it?" Yeah. Girly pink glitter shoes were always too small for the childhood feet that desired them, and as a teen, I had better luck with boy's shoes. Airwalks to go with my JNCOs.
The third lady in the store, however, helped me to regain my joy and love of life: