I was shopping in one of the local SteinMarts and found a size 11 low heeled pump that I was interested in.
The shoe department is kind of set back from the store, and it was empty when I got there. I grabbed the box of shoes and sat down to try them on. I thought this would be easy peasy, because once I sat down, I was basically hidden from the rest of the store.
Mind you that I'm still sporting bright pink toe nails, although the color is kind of fading. Since the shoes were pumps, I wanted to try them on without socks. So, I took off my right sock and slipped the shoe on. Then I noticed that a woman was coming into the shoe department. I thought she was a customer, so I decided to continue what I was doing and try on the left shoe. My feet are almost half a size different, which makes it even more difficult to find shoes.
It turned out the woman was older and was an SA.
SA: Are you looking for shoes for you wife.
Now, remember that I already have one shoe on,
I look up at the SA, and decide I might as well own it, because it should be pretty obvious since I am trying them on.
Me: Umm, actually, they're for me.
All of a sudden, everything stops, just like in a really dramatic part of a movie. The SA gets a total "deer in the headlights" gaze over her eyes, and finally says "Oh".
I decided not to try to explain myself any further, because I think my last sentence overwhelmed her processing function.
She takes a few steps and looks away. I try on the left shoe, and stand up to see how the shoes feel. I like the fit, so I decide not to press my luck by walking around in them. I put them back in the box and start heading over to the register. I thank the SA on the way out, and head to the register to pay.
I guess the SA will have quite a story to tell her hubby after she gets off work.