Imagine this:
Last night there was a sale at our favorite local sporting goods store. Not just a sale. An exclusive sale. A USU lovin' exclusive sale.
I was eyeing some Chacos. Naturally. Those things are amazing. And I love them.
I was trying on a pair with a toe-strap...something that I love, but not something that I have the luxury of in my first and original pair.
So... I couldn't get the straps adjusted just right. Just then...A man walked up to me. A very VERY attractive man. He asked me how the shoes were working out. (If you haven't figured out... He works there.)
He leaned down and help me adjust the sandals. He told me how to best adjust them for the future. However, I didn't hear anything he said. He just kept thinking: My heck, this man is beautiful. Also... He is touching my ugly feet. Also.... My legs are hairy...and I'm wearing capris. Also, he is beautiful. But I just smiled and nodded my head.
Needless to say, I bought the Chacos.
3 comments:
Love this story. Nothing better. What did the beautiful man look like? Did he get your number? ;)
This is a great story! I also had a hard time adjusting my toe-strap chacos when I first tried them on, but there was not beautiful man... just some woman...and I wasn't about to let her touch my feet! :) What color of chaco's did you buy? You'll just have to go back and keep buying chacos to begin this budding relationship ;)
hahahah oh my that is a wonderful story haha.
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