While I was in Amsterdam, I noticed a shoe store. Actually, I noticed many shoe stores but there was one in particular that caught my attention so I walked in.
I looked at the “sale” shoes first. I didn’t see anything I liked so I walked around the shop. I saw a pair of blue suede boots with brown leather straps. I fell in love. (If you know me, you know I fall in love with lots of shoes…)
I took off my walking shoes that I recently purchased at Marmi in Manhattan and put on the boots. I walked around the store. As I was walking around, I looked at other boots and shoes in the store.
When I came back to my seat, there were three Dutch women picking up my shoes and talking. They passed my shoes from one to the other.
“Hey, those are mine,” I said.
“How much?” one of the women asked me.
I was confused. Does she want to buy my shoes? Does she want to know where I bought it? Should I sell them?
“I bought them in NYC,” I said.
“No, how much you pay?” she said.
“Oh, I don’t know,” I said. I didn’t want to tell her what I paid, unless she wanted them. “But you can have them for $200.”
The three women looked at each other, then looked at me. They didn’t say anything. They just quickly left the store.
