The freak has been shod

So. It appears some stores actually exist to provide customers with product. The service still left something to be desired. Although the clerks were very pleasant and polite and it didn't seem like waiting on me was the most dire situation they'd ever been in or they were just waiting to escape to the store room to attempt seppuku by shoe horn, they tried to wait on everyone at once, which doesn't really work. But they were patient and knowledgeable.

And even though I have freak feet with THE SMALL and THE WIDE, they had several styles for me to choose from and quite happily offered to order something in if I saw a style they didn't have in my size or the colour I wanted.

And they didn't once try to offer me sandals, even though they had lots of them in stock.

They had pretty darned fashionable shoes, too. I bought very plain serviceable ones to start (because you know I'm stuck with expensive shoes now for the rest of my natural life) and they look much better in real life than the photo above. And boy are they comfortable. They are wide where I have TEH WIDE and narrow where I need TEH NARROW (Did you read that, Jenny? And they have stores all over the US! Rejoice!) and small where I need TEH SMALL. They are leather. They are black. They are both suitable for the office and compatible with jeans. Sadly, they are slip-on but you can't have everything.

My shoes. They are full of win.

Also. Today I held in my hot little hand a size 20 (as in TWENTY) man's shoe. I thought it was a display thingy, but it was a real shoe. Biggest shoe I've ever seen in my LIFE. Not sure why, but I thought of Rik... *waves Wales-ward*