brunobaby

In my never-ending quest to "be" and "become," I realized yesterday that if I'm in a shoe store and tell the clerk, "I don't know. I'll think about it," what I really mean is "No, I do not want any of your shoes, but I feel like a jerk just walking out after making you go upstairs to the stock room six times."

Also, "No, those shoes do not run two sizes too small. You're just out of my size."