Hey, If The Shoes Fits - Wear It

This evening, I went down to buy a pair of shoes from Robinsons since I had a $50 voucher. In my mind, I had settled for a cheapo pair of dark brown Norwegian Bluchers since I had recently purchased several pairs of khaki’s in a series of descending tones of tan.
Men do not like to purchase shoes - it is unmanly for us to prance about with bits of dead animal hide stuck to our feet. We would prefer to walk around barefooted and hunt for our dinner with a spear.
Before you dismiss this is as some gay gesture, note that with this purchase, I will officially own my fourth pair of shoes, probably the maximum I have ever owned at a single time during my brief sojourn in this life.
OMG, how did I get so fat that my feet can no longer fit into a size 9? I knew I should have cut back on all those frigging 10 course meals in China. I’m going to go on a diet the minute I get home.
So there I was sitting down on the stool trying to stuff my bunions into a size 9 pair of Bluchers. But my feet would not go in, no matter how hard I tried. I felt like one of Cinderella’s stepsisters trying to make the glass slipper fit.
With me close to tears, the salesgirl returned with an impish look on her face and said “Sir, so sorry but I made a mistake - those are size 7 shoes, not size 9….”
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