Big Foot Lives Among Us!!
(One woman's quest for size 10 wide shoes)
We interrupt this blog to bring you breaking news from the heart of New Jersey. Ordinary citizens have reported frequent sighting of the horrifying, elusive creature known to many as "Big Foot" or "Sasquatch".
Upon further investigation, scientists have new reason to believe that these sightings could truly indicate this frightening monster does, in fact, exist.
Mrs. Mary Whorple, 59, of Anytown, USA, described her encounter in great detail. "I was comin out a the card store, ye see, cause last week was ma sister's birthday and I forgot to get er a card, and, well, y'know, she always send me a card on mah birthday so I really felt terrible, especially since her husband Larry, that no good louse, always forgets."
Announcer: "Um, Mrs. Whorple, did you actually see Big Foot."
Mrs. Whorple" "Oh yeah, ah did. The monster was sitting on the curb right in front of that shoe store that's next to the card shop and it seems like it was....uh....it was..."
Announcer: "It was what Mrs. Whorple?"
Mrs. Whorple: "Well it seemed to be cryin it did. I felt kind a bad for the poor thing, but by the time I went over to see if ah could help - the thing had disappeared."
Yes, strange tales like these have been repeated again and again throughout New Jersey. The sightings always seem to take place in front of a shoe store, although there have been reported incidents within the vicinity of department stores as well.
Scientist who have dedicated considerable resources to unearthing the identify of this terrifying creature, have finally been able to say, with utmost certainty, that Big Foot in none other than....
Yes. T'is true. Your's truly has been blessed with the world's largest feet. For the majority of my adult existence, I fit quite comfortably into size 9 wide. My quest for shoes often presented challenges, but somehow, some way, I managed to find the perfect pair. That is until several months ago when I innocently entered a shoe store with a simple task in mind, find a comfy pair of sandals. I located a pair of size 9 wide from among the many boxes, slipped them on my feet and discovered to my horror..........................................................................................................
THE SHOES WERE TIGHT!
In some cruel, twist of fate, the shoe gods decided that size 9 wide did not present enough of a challenge for me. Somehow, the shoes gods felt I needed something to test my resolve, to strengthen my character, to make me break down in fits of hysteria in the middle of the store.
MY FEET HAD GROWN BIGGER!
I don't know how it happened, but I like to blame Zumba. A few weeks after embracing my twice weekly classes of sizzling Latin dancing, I began to experience a throbbing, shooting pain that found its origin in the souls of my feet, then shot through to my two middle toes, making the simple act of walking an agonizing prospect.
The podiatrist hypothesized that my feet had suddenly become flat, perhaps as a result of toe tapping to the Latin beat. He could offer no explanation, and suggested I take out a second mortgage to purchase $3,672 "SUPPORT" sneakers and wear them ALL THE TIME, at home, at work, at sleep, in the shower, while swimming, etc....
I lasted one whole day before the technically advanced sneakers landed in the back of my closet, never to torture my toes again.
Thus began my quest for shoes that would bathe my tired toes in luxurious comfort. Would I ever experience that pure feeling of bliss that comes when a pair of shoes becomes one with your feet?
Me: "Do you carry these in a size 10 wide?"
Salesman: "I'll have to go in the back and check ma'am. Goes into back room. "Hey Joe, get a load of this, some lady wants shoes in a size 10 wide. Who does she think she is, Big Foot? HAHAHAHAHA!." Returns from the back room. "I'm sorry ma'am, we are out of size 10 wide."
Me: "Do you carry these in a size 10 wide?"
Saleslady: "No, we don't but I can order them for you online."
Me (feeling somewhat hopeful) "Really???"
Saleslady: "Sure, no problem. And if they don't fit you can return them here to the store."
ONE WEEK LATER
I came home to find a package waiting for me on the front door step. My new shoes!!! I ripped open the box to find a pair of black sandals staring back at me. I crossed my fingers, praying to the shoes gods for the perfect fit.
I tentatively placed my right foot into what appeared to be an extremely comfortable pair of sandals. Then followed suit with my left, only to discover.....LOOKS CAN BE DECEIVING!
As promised, the shoe store did, indeed, accept the return, except for one small caveat - they refused to reimburse me for the shipping.
Thus, since I determined the online option would not work on my feet or my pocketbook, I continued my quest. After sobbing uncontrollably in front of countless shoe stores, I had almost come to the realization that I might have to wear the only comfy shoes I owned (fuzzy slippers) every where I went.
Then, the shoe gods guided me to New York City. While taking in the sights with my husband Bob and daughter Melissa, the shoe gods caused the skies to open up and the rain to come streaming down. In search of shelter, my little family took comfort in......you guessed it, a shoe store!!! Aerosoles, to be exact!
Once inside, the shoe gods guided me to the perfect sandals, available in a size 10 wide.
MY FEET HAD BECOME ONE WITH MY SHOES!
As the weather began to grow colder, I faced, once again the arduous task of searching for size 10 wide shoes. But this time I took comfort in knowing I could visit the Aerosoles location a few miles from home.
The shoe gods had other plans.
instead of happily skipping into my local Aerosoles, I stared up at a luggage store in bewilderment. "Oh yes, this is wear Aerosoles used to be," explained the kind sales woman in response to my desperate plea for information. "I think they went out of business."
Several eye witnesses have reported a sighting of the elusive creature known as "Big Foot" or "Sasquatch" sitting on the curb in front of a luggage store in the heart of New Jersey.
Mrs. Agnes Smith, 76, explained her encounter in vivid detail: "I tell ya I saw the darn thing and I swear I heard it....I heard it....
Announcer: "You heard it what Mrs. Smith"
Mrs. Smith: "I heard it crying."
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