I need new shoes. My trusty Birkenstocks are a bit worse for wear so at lunch today I thought I’d go looking for a new pair of sandals.
“Heh, heh.” chuckled the Fates. “Look at her. She thinks she’ll get a pair of sandals that are affordable, reasonably attractive, and that fit. I guess she just hasn’t learned her lesson yet.”
Off I went to Aldo Liquidation, my favourite shoe place, because their shoes are generally wider than the other stores, they’re high quality, and inexpensive. Wide enough for me to be able to get my enormous, hulking feet into them.
I found a few pairs that I liked. “Do you have this in a 9?” I asked the salesguy, who (as all salesguys do) looked surprised that someone’s feet are actually size 9. Someone must have size 9 feet because someone’s been buying them, because there are never any left in the stores I go into.
Score ! One of my choices did come in the unacceptably gargantuan size of 9. Thank og !
Tug, tug, squeeze, pull, tug. Scowl. Tug again.
“No, they don’t fit. They’re too narrow.” sez I.
“Oh, your feet are too big.” sez the salesguy.
“Um, no, I think it’s more accurate to say that your shoes are too small.”
He did not look amused. Lucky for him I didn’t let him have it. I was saving it for the Pit.
Fucking hell ! My feet are a perfectly good size ! They are wide and that’s just the way they are. In fact, I’ve been told that I have quite nice feet. Well-proportioned, shapely, no fallen arches. Big enough to stop me tipping over (I’m pretty tall). In fact, I think I’ve got great feet ! Why is that not acceptable? Why am I forced to wear shoes that are either (a) men’s (b) ugly or © expensive? ARRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH! It’s a damn good thing I like my Birkenstocks because it’s the only fucking kind of shoe it looks like I’ll ever get to wear again. That or combat boots.
Actually, miraculously, I did find a pair of red 4" stillettos that fit. Not exactly practical replacements for Birks but I felt a bit redeemed.
My feet are not too big. Your shoes are too fucking small.
But I’ve learned my lesson, which I painfully have to re-learn every season. Don’t go shoe shopping, cowgirl. Just get the Birks repaired. You will never be fashionable.