If You’re Waiting For The Other Shoe To Drop, Then Keep Waiting
As winter is getting worse, I am finding that my old trainers are in dire need of replacement. I’ve had them for a few years, and the soles have been worn smooth. Any trip outside is becoming alarmingly slippery.
I’m down at my local shoe shop, in the men’s section. For a little bit more context, I’m transitioning. On a good day, I look sort of androgynous, but I certainly still need men’s size shoes.
I’ve been standing there for a while being indecisive about brand/colour. I’ve already been asked by a few different employees if I needed any help, but I declined. I am trying to force myself to choose when an elderly lady comes up near me and starts chatting. She’s very friendly and polite, and I’m happy to make small talk with her, too.
Old Lady: “I’m looking for some shoes for my grandson’s Christmas, but I don’t really know what style he’d like.”
She’s obviously fishing for suggestions, and I’m all too happy to try to help. I spend maybe five minutes suggesting pairs to her until she decides on something she thinks he will like. At that point, the issue turns to size.
Old Lady: “Do you have the right size in stock?”
It finally dawns on me then that she’s mistaken me for a store employee!
Me: *Embarrassed* “I’m sorry, but I don’t work there.”
She seems to find the mistake hilarious, but she does apologise, too, before moving on to find an actual employee. By this time, I’ve pretty much decided what I want myself, and having selected the shoes I like, I ask for my own size.
Skipping forward a little, I end up being behind the lady at the checkout. As she is being rung up by the employee, she turns to me.
Old Lady: “I’ll be paying for hers, as well.”
Me: “Oh, no, seriously it’s fine!”
Old Lady: “You’re going to refuse a fussing Grandma over Christmas?”
I caved into her fussing with a compromise, suggesting that I use my student discount for the both of us. She seemed pleased enough with that, and we both went our ways quite happy with the result.