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CAROL PERKINS: Las Vegas Part II, The Shoes episode

'Not many women ever have enough shoes. It is a given just as men never have enough tools,' Metcalfe County world traveller writes in this second installment of her trip with the Guy & the Sisterhood
A followup to last week's column, Carol Perkins: Las Vegas trade show

By Carol Perkins

The annual trip to Vegas (continuing from last week's story) usually finds me occupying myself during the day while Guy attends the trade show. This year, with my friends along, we filled each day to the brim. One of our goals was to go to the Fashion Mall (near the Wynn) and buy shoes. The Aerosole Shoe Store always has a good sale; so one afternoon we hopped a cab and went to the mall. With all else to do in Vegas, we end up at a mall!



We parted upon arrival and set a time to meet at the store so we wouldn't have to carry the shoes we might buy around the mall. Judy said, "It's upstairs to the right. Meet you there in thirty minutes." Off we went in three different directions.

I spotted a directory, and as I scanned the many choices, I noticed that the Aerosole Store was not upstairs, but was only a few steps from where we entered. "They'll find it," I said to myself as I headed that way. Overly anxious to see what might be on the sale rack, I discounted what other stores offered and went straight for the shoes.

"I'd like to try on....." and from there I picked out several styles of tennis shoes. I want comfort rather than beauty, but after slipping on five different styles, I found neither. "I love the ones you have on," I said to the girl who had now become my personal assistant. She brought it out and because my feet were so swollen, I couldn't get my toe into it. A good rule is never to buy shoes when feet are swollen! With shoeboxes scattered in front of me, and customers stepping over them, giving me evil looks as if I were one of those who couldn't make up her mind, I stacked them out of the way. Forbid one of them should trip while raising her stiletto boots to step over a stack-some women have such a hostile attitude.

Judy was the first to show up. "I told you wrong, didn't I?" Then my phone rang. Connie can't find her way out of a paper bag, so her first words were, "WHERE ARE YOU?" I had to find out where she was to get her down the escalator. Then the real fun began.

We dominated the small store. Judy and I tried on boots-the kind for cold weather and church, and then slipped on some flat, comfortable casual shoes, which my daughter would equate with "aging." Connie, on the other hand, went for sassy high heel boots. She chose a bronze pair of patent leather. Sounds terrible, but they were very trendy. Then, she picked out a black pair of flats for me that had a rosette on top that wiggled when I walked. "Connie, these are not me." She said, "Why not?" Then I said to Judy, "These aren't me, are they?" She agreed. I would have felt like an older woman with teenage feet.

Boxes now covered the floor and clerks were bending over backwards to help us. We felt like Julie Roberts in "Pretty Woman" when the clerks fell all over themselves trying to help her. Among the three, we bought eight pairs of shoes and all of them were on sale except Connie's. She didn't know they weren't until she checked out. "Oh, I'll get them or I'll regret it." I wanted to say, "The only way you will wear those will be somewhere where you will sit all night," but I didn't. Her feet will look good sitting! "Will you just throw the boxes away?" I asked the clerk. She was accustomed to this request. When we got back to the hotel, we had to show our purchases to Guy. His only comment, "More Shoes?"

Not many women ever have enough shoes. It is a given just as men never have enough tools. Judy and I will get lots of wear out of our "practical" shoes, but I doubt Connie will wear hers too often. If she does, she is a stronger woman than I thought. Those probably needed to stay in Vegas. -CAROL PERKINS


This story was posted on 2011-11-27 04:29:32
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