October 26, 2009Posted by on
Approximately three months ago, back before we went to Broome, I had lunch with a couple of friends. On the walk back to the tram, we passed the Prada store and I had to go in for a look. I saw a pair of shoes I absolutely had to have, so I went back during the week to try them on. Only the didn’t have them in my size. The nice lady told me she would try and find a pair for me in my size, so I left my number and went back to work.
Fast forward to last Friday. I hadn’t heard from the woman and had completely forgotten about the shoes. My mobile rings; it was the woman from Prada saying they had managed to get a pair of the shoes in for me FROM ITALY and did I want to come and try them on? Uh, sure, how’s Monday lunchtime?
These are the shoes the woman did get for me from Italy. But they are not the ones I thought I’d asked for. But since I still like them – a lot – and they fit, I bought them.
Actually, I love them, and I may wear them to bed tonight, just because.