It all started in Milano. The obsession.
We were sock sisters. Sharing the same, mostly free adidas sport socks. They were peaking out over the tops of our shoes.
All the cool kids were wearing hideaway socks and adidas Stan Smiths. Were we even allowed on the street?
Sitting on the curb of Piazza deal Duomo we discussed our sneakers, our unfashionable socks and what we’d buy if we were to replace our well-loved, well-worn kicks. She, Originals, Green trimmed Stan Smiths. Me, VANS all the way baby! It’s all about the 80’s and Penn putting them on the map, forget about the 70’s 😉
That is when it started. The obsession of finding the perfect VANS.
Imagine my surprise when I stumbled upon a store, close to home, full of VANS!
I tried on this pair, that pair, the other pair, the sales girl obliged. We talked about Italy, about my age-inappropriateness of shopping for skater shoes and then I bought two pairs, I was feeling lucky.
Back home, I took the garbage down wearing one pair of my new VANS.
Maiden voyage in my new kicks – garbage room. Nice.
That is when I realized perhaps I should have tried on the 1/2 size larger.
Shoes packed back in their boxes and the next day back to the store I went hoping that a new day meant new staff.
How embarrassing would it be, “Hello I’d like to return one pair of shoes and exchange the other pair for a 1/2 size larger even though you asked me yesterday and I said no.”
Nothing from that dialogue screams, intelligent, well thought through purchase decision!
Turned out, new day, new staff!
Exciting – one return, one exchanged pair 1/2 size larger.
But the excitement was short lived replaced by disappointment, my ankles were falling out of my shoes.
Back in their box and the next day back to the store for an exchange.
Turns out different day, not always new staff!
“Hey,” I greet the sales guy, “I am back again!” There is only one way to treat this situation with dignity and that is to play the bouncy, absent-minded, 30-something who has no business buying skater shoes to begin with.
He’s busy behind the cash, uncomfortable with his attempt to dress a male mannequin in board shorts. He makes a comment about it and to distract himself he’s given the mannequin a name. He may be more embarrassed about his work related predicament than I am about returning a 3rd time to the store 3 days in a row.
I crack a joke to get him focused off his awkward mannequin dressing and onto my much more important embarrassment.
“I’m the girl who simply buys things and finds an excuse to come in to the store each and every day.”
He laughs and adds on to the joke, “And instead of actually returning anything, you’ll just keep exchanging between the 8’s and the 8 1/2’s, back to the 8’s…always in the same style!”
His mannequin is no longer a point of embarrassment, he is 100% engrossed in mine!