If the Shoe Fits, Grab it Before Someone Else Does!!!!!

I'm a Woman on the Go. I've been places, seen and done things, but I can honestly say this is a first for me, and it was all because of these shoes, a pair of Steve Maddens.


I’ve heard about this type of thing in bigger cities, but I’ve never had this happen to me before, so I just had to blog about it. File this under the header: “You can’t make this sh** up!” It all started several weeks ago when I spotted these fierce shoes. There was just one problem. People with size 9 1/2 feet often times can’t find fierce shoes in their size. How do I know? I’m walking on ‘em. So after asking the clerk whether they had any more in stock and being denied, I pretty much chalk it up to “they don’t make cute shoes in big foot sizes” and I move on with my life...as I’ve done plenty of times before. My husband doesn’t give up so easily though. A little note here, he likes to shop for me more than I like to shop for myself. So when we finally had time together on the weekend, he stops by one store to look…no luck. We go by another, and just as we are walking out, resigned to the fact that my size 9½’s don’t exist, there they are, beckoning to me, seducing me to part ways with my hard earned money.


I try them on. They fasten in the back. I’m having trouble. Michael assists. I notice someone staring. It’s a woman. I think she thinks it’s cute or weird that my husband is helping me with my shoes. She stealthily creeps up behind us. “Where are those shoes!? Mmm!” We give her the 411 and also tell her these are the only 91/2 and that we’d been looking for them for weeks. Now, I mean this in the nicest way possible, but somehow I just know she doesn’t have size 6 feet. I instantly have a feeling I just grabbed the size she needs. She moves on, still eyeballing us. We put the shoes back in the box, grab a basket, and get to shopping for other items. We bump into her again, accidentally? She asks, “You put those shoes back?” “No, we’re buying them.” “Oh, okay, well I have them checking with other stores.” That probably should have been our cue to pay for the shoes and hightail it on out of there, but no we just had to stick around. So periodically, we keep seeing this woman pop up. I told hubby, jokingly at first, that she’s circling us. But then, I start getting this funny feeling that maybe my joke was all too true. Finally, she approaches us again, when we’re on the other side of the store and asks if she can see the shoes. My husband digs ONE shoe out of the box so she can show her friend. She remarks “Look, they just gave me one like I’m gonna run out of here with the shoes!” Darn right! We’re not crazy! That’s the last I saw of her inside the store, but I just knew she was waiting on the outside for me. I just kept imagining her jumping from under my car, jacking me for my new shoes--laughing maniacally! I make it out safely, but I still can’t shake the feeling she’s out there…somewhere lurking, waiting for the right opportunity to pounce. At least for right now, they're on MY feet!!!