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Shoe shopping and babies

This past weekend I went shoe shopping. Yes, I’m talking about shoe shopping. I’ve officially run out of things to talk about and in the process I’ve set the notion of blogs back a few years. I might as well talk about what I had for dinner last night… McChicken meal with fries and a diet coke. Yummy in my tummy.

Anyway, I digress.

Shoe shopping is always an interesting experience to me. As most of my students/readers know, I’m pretty much color blind when coordinating the different elements of my wardrobe. I still live in the dark ages when geeks and nerds wear button up short sleeved collar shirts, complete with neon green matching pocket protector. Unless Ashton Kutcher (responsible for making the trucker hat famous and fashionable) decides that pocket protectors and thick-rimmed glasses are in style, then I’m pretty much a lost-cause. Damn it! I digressed again.

Needless to say that I rely on the people around me when I try to coordinate my outfits. Usually this daunting task falls on the girlfriend, but in some cases it also translates to sales people. Unless you were the sales person we had helping us this weekend:

Me: *trying on a pair* So yea, this looks fine right? I think it’ll go well with pretty much anything.

Cheryl: I think so, it’s going to be your work shoes right? I’ve never actually heard of that brand name before though.

Me: Yea, me neither but then again. I’ve never heard of any of the styles here in this store.

Pregnant sales person: Those are, like, really nice shoes, the good thing is they go with pretty much anything even the stuff you have on. (read: dress shirt and pocket protector)

Cheryl: I think they look good, I’ve never heard of the brand name before though.

Psp: Humm, yea actually me neither. But you know, this store only carries brand name shoes.

Cheryl: …

Me: …

Psp: Please buy these shoes so I don’t have to sell my baby on e-bay!

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