Sunday, February 26, 2006

We Like Big Feet and We Do NOT LIE!


About a month ago I started on a quest for a good walking shoe. I had these 2 year old "Faded Glory" slip- ons from Wal-Mart ($10) . Believe me their glory has faded. However shabby they are they are comfortable for me to walk in. I know they have no support, look funky and smell funky, but they are comfortable. So I tried on a few different shoes; bought some, returned all because after I wore them around the house they weren't comfortable. Then I bought a cheap pair of Wal-Mart $7.99 skips . You know the ones with the Velcro straps for the man on the go. I bought the same size as my previous water soaked dry rotted pair from my sailing days: 7.5 EE. Well they didn't fit and for some reason Carol refuses to return them to Wal-Mart 6 months later without a receipt. Anyway, I dragged Carol with me to Rack Room Shoes in our new shopping center. After an hour she got pretty tired of bringing shoes over to me like some kind of Hebrew slave and we left. I went back yesterday by myself and found a foot measurer and according to it I'm an 8 1/2 to 9 EEE. Now how did I go from a 71/2 EE to a 9 EEE? I was in the state of denial so I got a pair of New Balance 8 EEEE's took them home, wore them around the house and exchanged them for a pair of 8 1/2 EEEE's today. These feel great. Now if this progression continues and I live 20 more years I'll be wearing 13 EEEEEE. I assumed this was an Asian plot to save on raw materials. But the shoe measurer doesn't lie.

7 comments:

Aunt Dot said...

It happens to the best of us! My mom insists that not only do our feet grow (hers did) but also our nose!

(In the Bible, having the nose *developed* signifies having the ability to discern, so that may not be all that bad....:-)

Just trying to get your (Billy) goat!

Anonymous said...

"Deep and wide. Deep and wide. There's a foot that's growing Deep and Wide.... "

Marianne said...

I went to Pier 1 a week ago to buy an end table. I did two full laps of the store. I decided that there were three possibilities. I picked them up. I circled them. I squatted next to them to try and see how high they might be next to my bed. I pulled open the drawers. I stood and stared at them for fifteen minutes at a stretch. Store associates tried to dust me, thinking I was a decorative statue.

I realized: I have become Babba. I thought, "well, if I don't like it, I'll just return it."

This was when I gave up and left quickly.

Babba-Gi said...

Did you sit in the end table and make paddling motions. Mom is taking back the 8 1/2 EEEE's today. They are too hot.

Hannah said...

Those are some mad sexy shoes, Babba!

Babba-Gi said...

Marianne; Did it take three salespeople to get you off you end tables?

thomas said...

Dude. The Great Northern D-55 returned an air filter a year after he bought it at WalMart, with no receipt, no questions asked.