Over the weekend, I bought a new pair of shoes. I was looking for a pair of sneakers that didn’t look too grubby that I could wear with jeans. I found these and I LOVE them. Really. I have spent the last two days admiring my feet. I like to take them off and look at all their nice stitching and I will admit to sniffing them more than once.
Here they are:
Here is the Born website. I apologize for any addictions I may be triggering.
Anyway, something wierd and funny just happened. I was getting in the elevator at J-O-B, when I saw two women approaching the front doors. I decided to be a good citizen and hold the elevator for them, even though they were SLOW MOVERS*. When they were coming through the front doors, I heard one say to the other in an unmistakably bitchy tone, “Who is that?” The other answered, “I don’t know but she is holding the elevator for us”. I smiled at them, to let them know I had heard them, but they ignored me. Then, while the elevator began lumbering upwards, the first one with the bitchy tone whispers to the other, highschool girl style, “Those look like bowling shoes.”
Isn’t that funny? Some people just shouldn’t be let outside. I should have said something to her, but really, I couldn’t believe that she thought she could WHISPER in a metal box about someone standing two feet away.
These two were clearly the critical types that spend too much of their time putting other women down. The kicker is, they were both 50something, frumpy, office types. When I am 50 and I see someone younger than me wearing something I think is ugly, I will just assume that it is fashionable and that the youngster knows better. Hell, I do it now, when I see what teenagers are wearing these days**. At the very least, I will wait until they are out of earshot to mock them.
* Gah! Slow movers get out of my way!
** What? Where’s my cane?
