With my pinky toe peeking out and the soles separating from the sides, I went in the shoe department and asked for a size 7. The 20-something employee brought out a box of shoes and gestured to the chairs where people try on shoes. I pointed at my feet where the EXACT same shoes were decomposing on my feet. He looked at me blank.
“I’m an old lady who has been wearing the same black sneakers for decades. I don’t need to try them on. I do need black laces.”
“What kind of shoe are the black laces for?”