"I don't care what they say about us anyway" "Buddy Holly" Weezer
I learned my lesson well. I think I can shop now. Next, acquire money with which to shop.
I returned the ill fitting shoes today. Sadly, it wasn't the woman I had dealt with yesterday. Instead, it was a very thin young man. I put the box and receipt on the counter and told him that I needed to return these. When he opened the box, he flinched a little. You could almost hear the gears grinding in his head. The usual return stuff went ahead, but he was clearly flustered. This was oddly empowering to me. I had to stifle my own laughter a couple times, as I really felt that I had the upper hand on him. I left with cash and a smile.
My good friend Cassie suggested that I try a different nearby Payless, where she knows the store manager. I sat out in the car for about ten minutes, wishing I could see into the store. Just how busy is it in there? Finally, I just said (aloud), "Leslie, if you don't get out of this car, you will not have an outfit to wear to the meeting." So, I went inside. I had relative privacy, almost to the point where I thought about trying on a pair. They had the same shoes I had just returned, but in a medium width. I decided to buy them.
I talked to the manager on my way to the register. I asked if all the size 12s were out, and told her that I might have to bring these back in if the fit is wrong. She was very warm, and assured me that all her girls were open-minded and wouldn't embarrass me. I told her I might well become a regular. A positive experience.
Tonight, I'm feeling a strong desire to paint my toenails, something I haven't done in two decades. But with my wife's sensitive nose, I know that I would have to run the idea past her first. No way to sneak that in undetected. Frankly, I don't have the stomach for that conversation now. And if history is an indicator, the result would be two agitated spouses at an impasse, and the polish being put away for another decade.
I am happy to report (you don't know how happy!) that these shoes fit very nicely. I'm breaking them in right now. Since, for the time being, I have agreed not to go out into the big, bad world as Leslie, it's good to know I can still take care of my needs.
I learned my lesson well. I think I can shop now. Next, acquire money with which to shop.
I returned the ill fitting shoes today. Sadly, it wasn't the woman I had dealt with yesterday. Instead, it was a very thin young man. I put the box and receipt on the counter and told him that I needed to return these. When he opened the box, he flinched a little. You could almost hear the gears grinding in his head. The usual return stuff went ahead, but he was clearly flustered. This was oddly empowering to me. I had to stifle my own laughter a couple times, as I really felt that I had the upper hand on him. I left with cash and a smile.
My good friend Cassie suggested that I try a different nearby Payless, where she knows the store manager. I sat out in the car for about ten minutes, wishing I could see into the store. Just how busy is it in there? Finally, I just said (aloud), "Leslie, if you don't get out of this car, you will not have an outfit to wear to the meeting." So, I went inside. I had relative privacy, almost to the point where I thought about trying on a pair. They had the same shoes I had just returned, but in a medium width. I decided to buy them.
I talked to the manager on my way to the register. I asked if all the size 12s were out, and told her that I might have to bring these back in if the fit is wrong. She was very warm, and assured me that all her girls were open-minded and wouldn't embarrass me. I told her I might well become a regular. A positive experience.
Tonight, I'm feeling a strong desire to paint my toenails, something I haven't done in two decades. But with my wife's sensitive nose, I know that I would have to run the idea past her first. No way to sneak that in undetected. Frankly, I don't have the stomach for that conversation now. And if history is an indicator, the result would be two agitated spouses at an impasse, and the polish being put away for another decade.
I am happy to report (you don't know how happy!) that these shoes fit very nicely. I'm breaking them in right now. Since, for the time being, I have agreed not to go out into the big, bad world as Leslie, it's good to know I can still take care of my needs.
Go Leslie! Go Leslie! Go-Go-Go, Go Leslie!! Sister, you got it goin' on. Great story hon. I wonder if the store Cassie recommended is the one I go too? They are super nice there.
ReplyDeleteOh, and girl, keep this on the down low....they make a "odor free nail polish". Just google it. It's natural and water based, removes with alcohol. Think I may try it myself, being the nature and ecology, hemp loving hippie I am.
As they say, "If the shoe fits, wear 'em!"
ReplyDeleteGood luck at the meeting!