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OrientedDis.. Disoriented. |
Wednesday, August 27, 2003 That Perfect Pair Everyone was frantically looking for their 'perfect pair' of shoes in the 'high-class-area' for Steve Madden, and there I was right alongside them, looking for my pair as well. I overheard one girl sitting down, who had just tried on some shoes, say to the clerk who was assisting her, "no no, these were terrible!" And I thought, "man, these people must hate their job. I couldn't stand listening to people say that to me. None of these shoes are 'terrible' . ." The clerk went to return the other ladie's shoes, and just as I turned around, the pair I had been looking for was directly in front of my eyes - he was perhaps 7 inches from my face and asking if he could help me with that shoe I was holding. There was nothing particularly striking about this clerk except for the fact that I couldn't help but think he really didn't look like he belonged working in Steve Madden. Perhaps better in a large bookstore, as someone who would be rearranging the books in the back and would be there to shyly recommend a particular-favorite when someone like myself was walking aimlessly in this large bookstore.. trying to find their way to the autobiographies section. Or perhaps better in a small coffeehouse, where he'd be cleaning a round wooden table of a small coffee stain, and he probably wouldn't have said a word in that situation. And either way, the reality of the situation was that he needed my shoe size. Unfortunately I am a bit indecisive and picky when it comes to purchasing anything fairly expensive, so he had to go back and forth a couple of times helping me find the right match, but I can't deny that I didn't enjoy him coming back every time to help me while he spoke to me from a distance much less than my 'comfort zone' - where it seemed like that distance shouldn't even be allowed between two strangers - to the extent that my eyes could really match the intent in his own. I'm tempted to return my shoes now. (haha. I just think 'chemistry' between people is funny .. especially my own because the majority of the time it's fleeting .. and fleeting isn't really funny, but it's still fun while it lasts, yet can ironically be torture if you let the fun drag on too long) . . . babbled Lin |
