L.L. Bean, Freeport. On my way to the bathroom, I passed the women’s shoe department. What genius designed the store's layout? Why of course I could take a second to check styles, even though my brother and husband were waiting for me in the car and we still had a two and a half hour drive to Boston. I had already snapped a picture of the big L.L. Bean boot outside. And I was mildly curious about any flats Bean might have.
A saleswoman ambled my way, casually eyeing me while talking to another saleswoman. I picked up a shoe — I think it was Bean’s Peep-Toe Skimmer, either in Fabric or Suede — and she asked if I’d like to try them. I said no, figuring they’d be uncomfortable like all of Bean’s shoes. She said, very frankly, that they were what was considered stylish nowadays. They didn’t have much support, but that didn’t seem to matter these days. Then she looked at my brique Wolkys.
“Those are nice,” she said. “Are they Clarks?”
I cringed. I’m sorry. I don't mean to sound like a shoe snob. I suppose her guess was reasonable because there was a Clarks store just down the street that I’d just been in. I bought some rain shoes there once and I guess there is a slight resemblance in the rubber bumper on my Wolkys and the sole silhouette on some of Clarks’ styles.
“No. They’re Wolkys. From Holland. They are really comfortable.”
I need to come up with something more interesting to say because I know that sounds lame. Even though it's true!
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