shoes.
Today I went to Macy's and asked the shoe salesman to try on two pairs of shoes. Well, not only did he come out with my two pairs, but he also came out with another ten, and then they just kept coming. I swear, he must have brought me at least 65 pairs of shoes by the time I was finished. At the time I was just so happy to be surrounded by shoes, but then this guy got really wierd. He called himself an "artist who fits shoes to peoples personalities" and he could tell that "me and him are kindred souls because he would also love to wear metallic heels". He would like to wear metallic heels? What the fuck. Then, he asked me where I lived and gave me his home phone number "in case there are any problems with the shoes". What the fuck again. However, I did get three lovely pairs of heels.