This one's for you Will, as to your enjoyment of reading my welcome to California stories. Okay maybe its not a welcome to California story, but seriously I'm clueless!!!
So I walk into this shoe store to buy me a pair of work shoes. It's about WAY past the time of getting new shoes. And there are three young ladies just standing at the back of the store. I walk up, and say I need to find a pair of 14 Quad E (that's 4 E's standing for really wide) shoes. I certainly never thought it to be a pick up line, but it seemed to work mid afternoon.
So anyways I go to pick out my shoe. Everything seemed to go quite smoothly. I should have known better. With Gigantor shoes like I have, its not possible to have an easy time looking and fitting into shoes especially when your narrowing it down to a category like Work Boots. To continue I pick out a (what I think) is a decent looking shoe that would compliment hiding my humungo feet. They take it to the back and see if its possible to order. Turns out they have a size 14, but not a Wide 14. Strike number 1.
So then I go back, and start looking at the other shoes, and pick out a different shoe. Strike number 2. Now if you noticed finding a decent sized colored shoe with a good style at my width and length is next to impossible, unless shopping at this store I go to in Indy. SO even if they have the size that fits your foot, you are disgusted to even think about wearing the shoe out in public, let alone the thought of the person helping you.
(sidenote: I can't imagine the amoung of bad feet smell the smell on a daily basis when people take there feet out of the old shoes and into the new ones).
But during the whole shoe selection process I began to think in my head and wanted to ask the girl helping me, "what shoe do you think would look good on my feet?" Seriously I can't believe I thought that. SHOES for goodness sake. I can't believe I felt so intimidated by picking out an ugly colored shoe. She kept pointing to the black ones. Not sure if she was trying to tell me something or not. But I was deffinately in a weird feeling Fashion Emergency.
So to make things somewhat faster she brought the catalog back and said pick a shoe and I will try to see if they have it in a 14. At this point I'm like I don't like any of them. Do I really have to choose. (I would have gone somewhere else, but company said this was the only place to go.) Then I said to make things easier on you, lets look at the book and see which shoes are actually offered in a 14. Ya I know it can't be too many.
So we start looking at the book together and all of the cutoffs for any shoe was 13. In everything clothes wise, it seemed I was always at the point where I was too big for department store clothes, but way to small to fit into big and tall clothes. I need a personal Tailor.
Anyways, so if you missed it that was Strike 3 above with most of the shoes in the book had a cut off at 13. I think out of the 20 pages of footwear, I was limited to 1.5 pages. Equaling a full 9 ugly looking shoes.
So to end off the whole purchase a few issues came about that I stirred up because of my unintended pick up line of saying I have a 14EEEE foot. When taking my info she said that's a nice name. Okay, now shes totally hitting on me. German is an angry language its not nice (if you didn’t catch it, my last name is of German Decent. You couldn’t get any more german than that. Unless of course your name was German or Deutsch). So then she asks for my phone number. It's all protocol I know. All the other guys had to show the Drives license. I’m special. SO then she said there would be an ending balance of 47 dollars. Then stumbled across her words saying is that going to be a problem for you. Okay I know California is hard to live in, but you would have thought by having the ability to pay 47 dollars right then and there with a credit card proved I was rich or something. We then exchanged our have a nice day. And I turned around and left. Then she said "Oh Sir, you forgot something." It was my receipt. If my name was so nice, why didn't she say Mr. Feiertag, You forgot your receipt. Haha. Okay by now I hope you think I'm playing with the whole interaction between me and the girl. But she was deffinately hitting on me. It was quite funny. Odd too. Now stay tuned for when she calls me on my phone to pick up my shoes. Duh duh duh.
Okay hoped you like the dramatization of the whole purchasing shoes. I'll go back to being productive again.