The shoes I got last year don't fit. The shoes I got this year don't fit. The new narrow version of Old Faithful does not fit, period. But I need walking shoes for the fall, and I need to wear my orthotics: Birks are nice but they don't support. So I held my nose and made an appointment at the place I got my orthotics and the first pair of shoes, to see if the 3/4 orthotics could be ground down a bit more so they no longer cut into my feet when worn with the narrow shoes as well as with winter boots.
And the technician or whatever she is was the reverse of the pissed-off clerk who so ungraciously condescended to sell me shoes last year. Said she'd do what she could for the orthotics, but explained that they wouldn't go as flat as I wanted and must be worn with insoles. I brought out the offending shoes and demonstrated that there was no room in the shoe for insoles and orthotics and my feet all at once. 'These are way too narrow,' she said. 'Why would anyone sell you a shoe that fits so badly?" I tactfully said nothing.
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And the technician or whatever she is was the reverse of the pissed-off clerk who so ungraciously condescended to sell me shoes last year. Said she'd do what she could for the orthotics, but explained that they wouldn't go as flat as I wanted and must be worn with insoles. I brought out the offending shoes and demonstrated that there was no room in the shoe for insoles and orthotics and my feet all at once. 'These are way too narrow,' she said. 'Why would anyone sell you a shoe that fits so badly?" I tactfully said nothing.
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