On Sunday afternoon, my son and I decided to visit my daughter, who lives in the metropolis ninety miles away from the rural area where we reside. Soon after our arrival, my daughter decided that she wanted to go shoe-shopping. Of course, my son and my daughter's boyfriend were thrilled with the idea, especially considering that they had been looking forward to watching the Super Bowl that evening. Thinking that a cup of her favorite designer coffee might take her mind off shopping long enough that the mega-mall's closing time would be too near to make the trip worthwhile, we all walked to the neighborhood coffeehouse to sip the exquisitely overpriced java.
However, her plans were not daunted, for she knew of a wonderful discount shoe warehouse in a strip in close enough proximity that we still had enough time for the excursion. After we arrived at the huge store, the three of them browsed in the designer shoe aisle while I headed for the bargain racks at the back of the store. After all, since this was a discount shoe warehouse, a sale here should be quite a deal. However, finding nothing which suited my budget, I caught up with my crew in time to see my daughter's boyfriend pick up a shoe.
Obviously thinking that it was the ugliest shoe he had ever seen, he handed it to her and said, "How about this one?"
Seeing the designer label conspicuously lettered on the shoe, she exclaimed, "Oh, those are really nice!" But her expression changed as she looked at the price on the box. "But they're four ninety-nine," she said.
"$4.99--Why so cheap?" her boyfriend asked, puzzled at why that would bother her.
"No, they're not $4.99--They're four hundred ninety-nine dollars."
We can only surmise what makes these shoes so valuable. For once, I was right there with my son and my daughter's boyfriend, as we considered what might set these shoes apart from everyday footwear.
ughhh....i hate shoe shopping
Posted by: sarah at February 7, 2005 08:03 AM