or to be precise, my boots are too big for me! The new shoes I bought are the same numerical size and the same length as my old ones, but a different brand and a completely differnt shape *sad face* No wonder my feet felt bruised and the whole epically slow schemozzle
was so epiqally slow! I was all sad because we're a bit short of the
spondooleh at the moment, and running shoes are not cheap. That'll teach me to refuse to buy my normal brand from a frowny lady with prison-wardress social skills and negligible grasp of personal space. But she insisted on putting on my try-on sock for me! I wasn't giving her any money!*
This morning I noticed a lairy yellow sticker on the shoe box. It offered a 30 day guarantee of satisfaction - I've heard of such things (I read a lot of American blogs) but never seen one. Pretty exciting! Tomorrow I'll pop over and ask if it's really true - can I muck up my shoe sizing and get away with it? Will I be able to return to my tried-and-true brand, chastened but not skint? We shall see....
In other news, did you watch the Ironman yesterday? I am so happy I spent hours wrestling with the stupid internet so we could stream the live feed onto the tv. OMG WHAT FINISHES!!!!!
More anon, strivers!
*LBTEPA would like to assure her five faithful readers that no exclamation marks were harmed in the writing of this post.
2 comments:
Hahaha. The whole thing made me laugh. In particular !!!!!
100% go and get some shoes that fit! I had to force the salesman at Active Feet to let me out with shoes he thought were half a size too big- my bruised toes are grateful for every millimetre!
Missed the Ironman (no tv!) but at least that meant I didnt spend the afternoon crying with reflected relief as they finished. (A colleague did it and I don't even like him and it made me cry!) Sara
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