I walked into Anthropologie and saw them on the sale table, all glittery and beckoning to me. There were a few pairs, but I didn’t immediately run over because stores never have my size 10 available when shoes are on sale.
Still, I had to take a look and when I did, I saw another woman admiring their sparkly beauty. She already had a pair on her feet and was taking them for a test walk throughout the store. I told her I loved them and that they looked cute on her and bemoaned that stores never have my size on sale shoes. She asked my size and when I told her, she pointed to her feet and said that was the size that she was trying out. She actually wears a half-size smaller, but this was as close as she could find.
I thought to myself, Wouldn’t you know that the one time they actually have my size in sale shoes, someone else who isn’t even my size is trying them on and will probably get them now just because I want them?!
I walked away and bitched to my husband and right when I was finished bitching, I turned around and saw the woman walking towards me, with shoebox in hand. She told me they were just too big for her and that she was so happy I hadn’t left so that I could buy them.
Gleefully, I skipped to the register and bought myself a brand new sparkly pair of shoes, the kind of shoes that my husband finds atrocious, but that I and many other women love.
I love these shoes even more because of the story behind them. A stranger was nice to me and I think she has great taste in shoes.