Shoes

You know, I shop in Goodwill a lot. I saw an adorable pair of clogs. Brown. I always wanted a pair of adorable clogs. I picked them up and saw that there were no signs of wear on the soles. These looked like brand new shoes. Did I mention that they were adorable?

So I bought them, and I was feeling like a very fortunate woman indeed.

Then I came home and put them on, and it was like my feet had died and been sent to hell.

 I've decided that I need to go shopping with other people. I need someone who can see past the whole "ooooh...clogs!...I like clogs..." People who will say things like, "Well, yes, moron, but did ya ever stop to wonder why an adorable pair of shoes like that would wind up in a Goodwill? Did you ever stop to wonder about why an adorable pair of shoes would show no sign of wear? Did you ever stop to wonder if, maybe, just MAYBE, these might turn out to be the most deucedly uncomfortable shoes known to all mankind?"

I need someone who will say, "Hold on a minute right there, sistah! Sit down and try those shoes on. You NEVER buy shoes without trying them on." I do know this little factoid, but sometimes, when shoes are speaking to me, I forget about it. This brings me to another important point: My shopping friend will have to speak louder than shoes.

I cannot tell you how many times I fallen under the spell of a pair of purty shoes simply because they look brand new. I just never seem to learn.