After lunch I decided to window-shop. I drooled over the dresses and jewelry I would never own. Then, I came to shoes. I touched the glass, yearning for a pair of Christian Louboutins. I went in, just to take a closer look.
I spied a pair of suede black pumps with a stacked heel adorned with studs. I was in love.
“You try them on?” the sales lady asked in her French accent. “What size? 7? I be right back,” she said.
I went with it. Trying on is free after all. I sat down as the lady brought out my size. She knelt in front of me and pulled out the left shoe. It was even more beautiful on my foot. She took out the right shoe. Suddenly, she pulled the heel up to her eyes with a disgusted look on her face.
She gasped.
“They are ruined,” she said as she looked down. On the bottom of the heel there was a tiny-tiny scratch in the suede. “Here, take them. Get them out of my sight,” the sales lady said as she shoved the shoes in my lap.
I didn’t question. I got a free pair of Louboutins.
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