Am I the only one who remembers the days when people working in shoe stores actually knew how to FIT people for shoes? They would measure your foot, go find the right size, help you put it one, make you stand up & then mash on the toe to determine if it’s the right size. Voila! Shoes that fit.
Not. Any. More.
First you have to fall on the floor and act like you are dying so someone will notice you and come over to you. Then you ask to see a shoe. No…we’re out of that size in that shoe. Ok…how about this one. No. Okay….this one? Maybe. Then you wait and they bring the shoe back to you and walk away. I did get her to measure Evan’s foot. His toe was well over the 11 line but she said “It looks like he takes an 11!” I pointed out that his toe was, in fact, over the 11 line & she said “Oh then you should get a 12 so he can grow into it!” Glad you’re here to help, lady.
Runners for little boys have so much plastic on the toes that you can’t really feel what is going on in there. Evan said they felt fine & that he loved them. So I paid (even though they are the ugliest shoes known to man), we left the mall and drove home.
A few days later… he dropped the bomb.
“It’s a good thing those shoes only hurt my toes a bit”
Yeah….he loved the shoes so much that he lied and said they fit because he thought they only came in one size. *head*desk* So now I get to wrap them back up, try to find the receipt and take them back. Fingers crossed that they actually have a bigger size.
Did I mention that school shoe shopping sucks? Yeah.