Wait a Second… Those Are My Shoes!

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.