For Emerson's concert she was going to wear saddle shoes. Because the concert was being held in the gym/cafeteria, the teachers wanted the kids to wear white gym shoes.
Not being one for conventional footwear (wonder where she get that from?) Emerson doesn't own white gym shoes.
Currently, these are what she's sporting on her ever pampered tootsies.
Not very 50'sish, right? That's what we thought too.
So, off to Walmart we went to pick up a pair of white, but not lame, '50 style shoes.
We were in luck, they had a whole shelf jammed packed with a style of white shoe that was deemed acceptable. We got Em's size, she tried them on and off to check out we went.
After waiting in line, the checkout lady grabbed the shoes and scanned them. All of a sudden the register started beeping and a little piece of paper popped out.
Did I win something? Was I the 1 zillionth customer?
The checkout lady grabs the shoes and the piece of paper and this is how it went.
Lady: "I can't sell you these shoes."
Lady: " I'm sorry, the register told me I can't sell you these shoes."
Me (looking around): "Am I on Candid Camera?"
Lady: "Let me see if I can get the Manager for you."
She fruitlessly waves her arms at the Manager who is on the phone and doing her best to ignore us.
Me: "Look, Did my husband talk to you? Because let me tell you, he's a huge liar from way back! I don't care what he says, I don't have a problem with buying shoes! I CAN QUIT ANYTIME I WANT!!!!!!"
The poor checkout lady's eyes get really big and she starts speaking slowly as if she's talking to a toddler.
Lady: "No Ma'am, there is something wrong with the shoes, they are recalled and I can't sell them to you."
Me: "Oh, well why didn't you say that in the first place? I don't want defective shoes, we'll just be on our way then."
I grab Emerson by the hand and we practically ran out the door and across the street to Target. They, of course, don't have white, not lame, 50's style shoes. But we got this pair instead. I think they're a little more 60's style, but we're talking about 4th grade here. No one is auditioning for Hairspray or Grease.
When we got to the checkout at Target, you can call me gun shy, but this is how the conversation went.
Checkout Lady: "That will be $13.26."
Me: "So, you're going to sell me the shoes?"
Lady: "Ummm... yeah, do you still want them?"
Me: "Oh, yes!"
Lady: "Then it will be $13.26."
Me: "Thank you so much!!!"
Lady: "Ummm....Have a good day?"
I'm not sure but I think I managed to get my picture up in both Walmart and Target yesterday. A most impressive feat!!