Oh Glorious Shoes and Fat Women with Huge Feet.

I love shoes, and when I was given the opportunity to work with shoes I snatched that up quick. It was fun, I got to try them on see the new stock coming in and help people find shoes and their sizes. I loved working with the shoes, it beat dressing men in suits. BUT there was an exception, and I believe that exception was the one thing that made me rather deal with clothing, the women with the fat feet. These women loved shoes. Loved shoes maybe just a little too much that they’d force these awfully small shoes onto their awfully large feet. This one lady I remember picked up these snake skin boots, I for one thought they were the ugliest things ever made from leather, but she just adored them. She adored them so much she asked for a size and tried to get them on her feet. I say tried because the was no way these shoes were getting past those cankles she called ankles. These ankles were huge, so huge they morphed with her calfs. She had the nerve to ask me to put them on her feet for her. I HATE FEET. I love shoes, but I hate feet and she asked me to touch her chubby bigfoot feet. Ew! I crouched down and tugged that boot on, but I refused to pull up the zipper, the zipper refused to move also. I think we were in an agreement this lady wasn't getting these shoes...