I Type Faster Than The Speed of Light!
Sep. 28th, 2001 03:28 pmWell, I hope so.
So. Went shoe-shopping. The heel on my right shoe was falling off, and I need some boots for my Klingon costume.
Hit Target, the boots were all tiny little things. Bah, all you small-feeted women.
Went to Payless.
Tried on women's sizes. Nada.
Hit the men's side. Since I'm not sure exactly what size I am, men's-wise, I went down the wall, one shoe on and one shoe off, trying on the various Outdoors types.
Started at the 10s. Hit the 9&1/2 wearing one 10 on my right foot. then to the 9s, with a 9&1/2 on my left. Then th 8&1/2s....
And I saw them. Steel-toed work boots.
Now. They're 30 bucks, and I was looking to spend about that--but less, I'd hoped. And they're... Niftylooking. But I don't NEED steel-toed boots.
I put one on.
My foot sighed in orgasmic bliss.
Apparently, they're made just right for my feet. 'Cause, I put both on and tromped around the store. Then sat, then stood and finally removed them.
My feet cried.
I bought the boots--and they were on sale! So, 20 bucks, instead of 30.
And I put my old shoes in the bag, and tromped all over town in my new, steel-toed boots.
Chee.
Eee! Boots! Oops. Time for work.
So. Went shoe-shopping. The heel on my right shoe was falling off, and I need some boots for my Klingon costume.
Hit Target, the boots were all tiny little things. Bah, all you small-feeted women.
Went to Payless.
Tried on women's sizes. Nada.
Hit the men's side. Since I'm not sure exactly what size I am, men's-wise, I went down the wall, one shoe on and one shoe off, trying on the various Outdoors types.
Started at the 10s. Hit the 9&1/2 wearing one 10 on my right foot. then to the 9s, with a 9&1/2 on my left. Then th 8&1/2s....
And I saw them. Steel-toed work boots.
Now. They're 30 bucks, and I was looking to spend about that--but less, I'd hoped. And they're... Niftylooking. But I don't NEED steel-toed boots.
I put one on.
My foot sighed in orgasmic bliss.
Apparently, they're made just right for my feet. 'Cause, I put both on and tromped around the store. Then sat, then stood and finally removed them.
My feet cried.
I bought the boots--and they were on sale! So, 20 bucks, instead of 30.
And I put my old shoes in the bag, and tromped all over town in my new, steel-toed boots.
Chee.
Eee! Boots! Oops. Time for work.