They said it couldn't be done in a half hour lunch break. Not by a woman in her mid....ok, lateish 20's. They said she'd go over time, they said she wouldn't find what she wanted, they said, they said, they said. She went ahead and did it anyway.
12.35pm: Subject leaves office, nay-sayers shaking their heads, lunch releiver wondering if she'll manage to have her lunch break at 1:05, if ever.
12.38pm: Subject enters store one with a determined glint in her eye. The shop assistant approaches her "You're on a mission!" she says.
"Yes, I need something stylish, sturdy and flat!" the subject replies, locking onto a pair of black slip ons, "These are good, do you have them in a 9?" (yes, I have rather large ones)
"Absolutely, they are fabulously comfortable!"
12:40pm: Subject sits and proceeds to take off her super sturdy, undeniably comfortable, but somewhat style challenged hiking boots in readiness for the newbies.
12.41pm: The shop assistant slips back through the stock room door, already unwrapping the shoes from their tissue paper. "A kindred," thinks the subject "she understands my haste."
The subject tries on the shoes, walks back and forth in the store. "Hmm," she thinks, "they look a bit masculine, not what I am going for."
12.43pm: "I'll get you to hold them for me, under Annie" says the subject "I'd just like to take a look at another pair elswhere."
"No problem, Annie. We'll hold them until the end of the day for you."
12.45pm: Subject enters store two. She's done her research, she knows what she is looking for. she spies them on the shelf, stylish, sturdy, flat.....and red. She snatches the lone shoe and takes it to the counter. "I'll have these in a 9 thanks!" She says assertivley, but friendly like, "Well, to try in a 9 anyway!"
The shop assistant dissapears out the back and comes back a moment later with the shoes. The subject, who, in the meantime has removed the clod-hoppers, proceeds to try on the shoes. she stands, she struts back and forth.
12.46pm: "I'll take 'em"
The shop assistant puts the transaction through while the subject re-ties the hiking boots. The red shoes are placed in a box, which is dropped into a bag and the transaction is complete.
12.50pm: Out of courtesy, the subject returns to store one to take the original shoes off hold.
"Sorry!" she says, approaching the extremely efficient shop assistant
"What are you sorry for?"
"I got shoes elsewhere! I had to, they were red!"
"Well, give us a look!"
Ok, so she is a retail assistant, but lets face it, at the end of the day, sale or no sale, every girl loves to look at shoes. Those that say they don't, are lying
"Oooh! They are gooorgeous!!!" the shop assistant gasps "Well done! No need to apologise!"
"Ooooh, lovely!" another girl walking past exclaims, "Very cute!"
Subject leaves store one feeling like she's made the right choice
12.53pm: Now, the subject requires some sustainance. Sumo salad? Line is too long. Sushi? Not today. UNdecided, the subject begins to panic. Perhaps the nay-sayers were right, perhaps it can't be done. But she dosen't give up. Taking a 45 degree angle and the pedestrian crossing puts her out the front of Hudsons.
12.55pm: "A chicken caeser wrap thanks"
"Toasted?"
"No, as it is will be fine thanks."
"$7.50, enjoy the rest of your day!"
12.58pm: Subject enters pharmacy, looking for lip balm as recommended by a workmate and anti-nail biting ointment. Anti-nail biting ointment located and purchased, lip balm, not stocked.
1.04pm: Subject walks back into the office, slightly wind-swept, a little warm, but basking in the glow of achievment. Shoes, lunch and a stop off at the pharmacy in 29 minutes.
And they said it couldn't be done!
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