In yet another of my99th percentile-ism, I hate shoe shopping. I mean, ever since I started my stint as a professional buyer, the glow of shopping has faded - it's like being a prostitute, once you go pro, the amateur stuff loses its shine - but shoe shopping has always been the worst. For one thing, my feet are a size 11 double wide, so forget finding some cute little sexy strappy things. But my feet also tend to inflate and deflate during the day like they were filled with helium. And then there's the sweat - does anyone else have feet that sweat enough to make them embarrassed to let anyone else see them? Anyway, I don't shoe shop unless forced.
But we're heading over to the family reunion next weekend, and Kimo spent all that time prettifying my feet (purple toenails and all), so Mom managed to drag me into Jay's Wide Shoes. Miracle of miracles, we found a good salesguy, and he had us in and out in less than 20 minutes - I found a good pair of sandals, a nice pair of work shoes and a really neat pair of mottled purple and blue sandals. Much, much easier than I thought it would be - of course, Roger found himself a couple of pair of shoes next door at Pay-Less for about a tenth of what I paid, but on the other hand, I can live with paying the money to get some good shoes and not have to do this again for a couple of years.
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