Killing time.
At lunch I went to Nine West. It was mobbed, but I steeled myself thinking I could handle it. Picked out three shoes, waited for a salesperson, gave her the shoes and said 7.5 please. She returned in a few minutes with six boxes. Four were not any of the shoes I asked for. None were 7.5. I left. Breathe in, out, in, out.
OK, no more complaining.
1 comment:
think of all the money she saved you. xoxo
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