We went shopping today for some last minute items for the party. Our friendly neighborhood Kohl's usually has reasonably priced clothes that we like and I often find a good selection of petite items. I also needed shoes and sneakers. Kohl's clothing department is fine; their shoe department is another story. Actually, it tends to be a nightmare, trying to find my size. God forbid they carry a shoe I like in a 7-1/2 wide. If I REALLY like it and it's comfortable enough, I'll buy the size 8, but it's not ideal.
The shoes -- no luck (I found a nice pair later, at Payless Shoes). But some of the Nikes were on sale at Kohls and I wanted to try THESE on.
Often the matching shoes are attached together by a little string, which I can easily break. And I always break it. If they want me to buy shoes, they shouldn't make trying them on so difficult. (Just like my belief that if they want me to buy clothes, they shouldn't limit the number I can bring into the dressing room, or they should make it a more reasonable limit than 3 or 5.)
But suddenly the Powers That Be were on to me. They were now using plastic tie wraps that I couldn't break or remove. We didn't have a pocketknife handy, so Rad volunteered to try to break it with the sharp edge of a key. I was nervous that this would somehow be an arrestable offense. I'd always justified breaking the string because it could easily have happened by accident. But cutting the plastic tie would be a deliberate act.
So, I bitched and moaned and TRIED to walk in the sneakers to see if I liked them. Rad suggested I look for a store employee. I passed on dealing with a surly underpaid wage slave. There was no way. I was hobbled. I could only move my feet a few inches at a time.
Sad. Of course I started clowning around, acting like a monster with my hands stuck out in front of me as I shuffled. It was fun. Other customers stared blankly. Rad pretty much ignored me, and shortly thereafter abandoned me and my shoe quest to go over to Starbucks.
I did eventually find a pair of 7-1/2 wides, they had no plastic ties binding them together, and I was able to test them properly. Kohl's squeaked through and made the sale! Oh, and I bought two new pretty dresses for FMS and for the summer.
6 comments:
I often just break the ties and walk normally. It's not that terrible a thing to do...
--Em
I firmly believe that there is no shopping as fun as pre-party shopping! See you very soon!
but you did consent to the bondage by trying them on....
Diane
Caroline: I hate shopping. Rad likes it much more than I do.
Diane: MAYBE consensual. but I only wanted to try on the shoes!
Emily: I was too much of a good girl to break the ties.
We are on vacation and left our bag of shoes at home. I guess we didn't pack the car as efficiently as I thought.
So we stopped at Kohl's in Omaha. Joel only needed one pair. I needed 2. A pair of sneaker/walkers and some go to wedding shoes.
I'm in the wide footed group as well and at least I found shoes in my size, tho the wedding shoes I bought were kind of clunky (nuns would like them) and a half size too big. They were both boxed and not tied together.
Oh, and at Kohl's... you ALWAYS have a coupon at home you forgot to bring. I've done this (I really did have a coupon I forgot), and they cashier just took the 15 and 20% off without any questions.
And yeah, I'm with 'Em. I'd just rip 'em apart.
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