In which I finally buy some new work shoes. (When I say finally, I mean almost. They are on order, and will be arriving (allegedly) within a couple of days.)
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Fail |
Impressed by the commitment that sees me go into two separate shoe shops. In the first, I find a possibility (ie a shoe), and ask to try it on in a seven and a half. The man comes back, dully holding a seven and an eight. I try the seven. It is too small. I try the eight. It is too large. I am not surprised by either result. BECAUSE I AM A SEVEN AND A HALF (hence initial request).
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Win |
In the second shop I visit, there is a similar dearth in my size. Here an assistant shows presence of mind, nimbly suggesting I try a seven and a half in a unpopuar colour (beige) - purely for size, and then I can order it in black. This piece of sheer strategic brilliance secures a sale for her, and peace of mind/shoes for me. It's a SHOE-IN. (You're welcome.)
You can keep your sevens and your eights. I need half measures. But not in salesmanship. Just in shoes.
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