DAILY SNACK
A good children’s shoe store in the area is going out of business.
Which of course means,
Sale!
There was only one pair of running shoes left in Colum’s size,
By the time we made it there.
A very shiny black and red and gold pair of Reeboks,
That fit perfectly and seemed well-constructed.
A bit shiny for my taste,
But Colum liked them.
So, sold.
There was some confusion at the cash,
And the price seemed a bit higher than I thought it would be,
But doesn’t that always happen at sales?
Colum was tearing around the store,
And a well-meaning two-year old was all over Irene.
So I handed over my bank card and punched in my pin number.
I then took the small shoe box handed to me by the clerk,
And put it into the back of my stroller.
Fast forward an hour to when I suggest Colum try on his new shoes for my sister.
I open the box and find:
A size 7 pair of brown sandals?!
The sales woman gave me the wrong pair of shoes,
And nobody answered when I tried calling the store,
And who knows if they’ll still have the shoes that I thought I bought,
And they had better give me a full refund!
Poor Colum.
Poor me.