A Shoe Story

Once I started attending school I saw that everyone had either nikes or adidas and I immediately wanted to fit in and have one too.  Little did I know this would be the start of a very long and painful process. After searching countless shoe stores and looking at everyones shoes at school I decided I wanted a pair of adidas superstars. I found them on a website, but before purchasing them wanted to try them on. After a few days I found a store that carried them and went inside to try on the shoes and decide what size I should order online. The store didn't carry a size near mine in the superstars so I tried on a different adidas and figured it would be the same. This determined the size I needed, 39. Another few days past and I went online to order the shoes, I entered my size and it said out of stock. I preceded to do this with other colors and models of similar shoes that would also work and found out that only the very large sizes were in stock. It turns out that adidas does not have this shoe in my size at this time. I finally gave up and went to the shoe store to look for a similar shoe. I found a pair of black nikes in size 39, and went to check them out. Than discovered that the other shoe was in fact a 38, it was a mismatched pair. They searched the store for me and found out the 39 did not have a pair. I decided to buy the 38s because I was sick of trying to find my shoes. When I got home I tried the shoes on with socks and they fit much too snug. Then next day I went back to the store to return the 38s and order the 39s online. The shoes would come when I was in Corsica and I could pick them up at the end of the vacation. They would send me a text when they arrived in the store. The day after i returned home I went to the shoe store and showed the cashier my text. She went to the cobra and looked for my shoes, yet they were not there. After a second look at the text I discovered that they only hold the shoes for 7 days and than put them on the shelf. So I went to the shelf to look for my shoes and did not find my style in any size. I looked around the whole store and finally gave up. As I was walking out the door I glanced at the stack of shoes waiting for attention by the cash register. One box was a nike box... could it be mine? I asked the cashier and they were. After a long and painful search I had a pair of shoes. However all if comes with death. I am sad to say that my long loved pair of Roxy combat boots now has a broken zipper and hole in the sole. I am now saving up for a pair of Timberlands. I feel betrayed by the shoe gods, they have not only made me go on an odyssey to find a pair of shoes closeish to the ones I wanted to purchase, yet also murdered my beloved combat boots. If you would like to donate to the Timberland shoe fund please email me at greenmikay@gmail.com