Saturday I was feeling pretty mellow, and decided to brave the great unwashed in a fit of unadorned lust for consumption—I went to the mall. My special lady wasn’t into it, which is only natural because we are complete opposites. So I was dragging her around a circuit of the lower level when we passed an Ecco shoes.
Most of my shoes are unanesthetically pleasing, as I have ski shaped feet. Size 11, width B, high arch. This, my friend, is a hard foot to shoe. Most of my shoes end up being of the athletic variety, because running shoes provide the most arch support. But the athletic shoe doesn’t play nice with the business casual wardrobe I sport for work. So I try to keep an eye out for a dress shoe I can tolerate.
Now I have been in the Ecco before, but never found anything to my taste even though they have the reputation for making comfortable shoes. But as I said I was feeling mellow, so I thought a cursory examination of the merchandise couldn’t hurt. My special lady will tell you it was her idea to go in, but that’s a damn lie.
As we entered a jaunty young sales woman shoved a shoe box in my direction and asked me to withdraw a raffle ticket with the possibility of winning a free pair of shoes. I fumbled in the box for a piece of paper, and hotamightydamn if I didn’t pull out the golden ticket! Pick out any pair of shoes in the store and walk out with them free of charge.
So, after finding a lovely pair of $200+ black dress shoes, I hightailed it over to the liquor store and spent my free $200 on booze. It felt even better than the time I won free tickets to see Midnight Oil in college by shouting obscenities to the crowd in a bar. See you at the mall next weekend.