They wanted to pay me to speak? Funniest thing ever
“Can I take three styles in a size 13, 13.5, and 14, and then bring them back tomorrow?” I asked the shoe salesman, who looked as though only his professionalism was keeping him from rolling his eyes.
He probably thinks I’m “one of those women,” whoever those are. But really, how do other people shop for boys’ Shabbos shoes? Bring them there after school? Where are all the other kids supposed to be? Don’t say Sunday, boys always have yeshivah.
“I can give you one pair of shoes in two sizes, I can’t do more.”
Wonderful, they have policies to accommodate people like me. But doesn’t he know one style is not enough? One shoe will be my style, one will be what Tzvi likes, and the third will be the happy medium. Tzvi needs to see all three or it won’t work.
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