My son recently needed a shoe box to take to school for an art project. This should be an easy request in my house since I am a girl and have the shoe gene. However, there is not one anywhere in my house. Here is the reason, and also a great tip. Oh and don't worry. I am not giving out any secrets to my husband. He figured this out a while ago.
When you go to buy shoes, always bring a very large purse. You do this because when you buy the shoes you do not get the boxes, nor the bag. These things you will have to explain if your other half sees them. Didn't the Bible say do not let your right hand know what your left is doing - or something like that? Well this is the reason. So, you buy the shoes, put them in your large purse, and them take them out of the store. Now I NEVER buy shoes that I think I might return. Why bother? So next thing you do is rub the soles of the shoes on the ground to scuff them up a bit, open your trunk and toss them in. Then when you get home and your husband is outside, you can open the trunk and say "oh that is where I left those!" If he is in the house, you stick them back in your purse and walk quietly to your room to hide them in your closet for at least a week. Then break them out to wear. If he comments on them you can say "What? These old things?" because you scuffed the bottom and he will have to believe that they are older and he was just not paying attention to your footwear. What man does anyway?
So I needed to get a box for my son. I went into the mall that is next to my building. Really like 100 yards away. Yes, my husband was crazy in picking an apartment attached to a mall. Not my fault! I walk into the store that has shoes that feel like you are walking on cushions, including their high heels! They are amazing. Anyway, the clerk knows my name and my shoe size (hey I am a chatty Kathy is all) and immediately shows me the new shoes that have come in. I probably could have just asked her for a box and she would have given it to me. But hey, you put in a great effort to remember my name and size. Of course, how hard is it? I am the only blonde American that comes into the store, but I will give her the benefit of the doubt. I probably should also mention that the girls in Starbucks right next to the shoe store know my name as well as my order. Is that bad?
So she shows me some flats. They are so comfortable! I have pillows on my feet. Well heck, my son needed a shoe box. So I bought two pair. What happens if the box tears? He would need a back up right? Now he has his box, I have my comfy shoes, and I still carry my big purse.
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