Shoepdate

I’m back from Toronto, but with no new Campers in tow (see Shoe Issues). I went to this place on Queen West that sells the biggest selection of Campers I’ve ever seen.

I approached a sales associate because I was having trouble finding my little gems in the sea of shoes in front of me. I described them to her, and her eyes lit up, and she got very excited and so, I too became excited (not in the dirty way though). And the conversation went as follows:

- Shoe Girl - “Yeah yeah yeah, I totally know which ones you’re talking about! They’re twins, right?”
- Andrew - “Yup, they are twins.”
- Shoe Girl - "And they have blue laces, right?"
- Andrew - "Indeed they do."
- Shoe Girl - “Oh, those are soooooo nice!”
- Andrew - “Yeah, I’ve been coveting them for such a long time.”
- Shoe Girl - “Geeze, sorry we don’t carry them.”

Andrew’s thought bubble: ????????? WTF? Why did you string me along like that you heartless bitch? Don’t you know how much I love and long for those shoes?

- Andrew - “Oh, okay thanks.”

*Insert Brokeback Mountain soundtrack here, and a tear on my left cheek*

Okay, so I didn’t get the shoes, but all hope is not lost my friends. I’m going to the Camper store in San Francisco in two weeks. Wish me luck.