With some hesitancy, but some prompting, I have to share this story. I was recently shopping for the perfect black boot. I was at the mall trying some on when my phone rang. It was Danielle, and we had been playing phone tag for a week, so I answered it as I was zipping up a cute pair of boots (the exact ones as the above picture. Cute, right?). As we were talking, I realized that these boots were a bit too tight on my "walking calf" as my sister says, so I tried to unzip, but the zipper got stuck right at the thickest part of my calf. I couldn't go up, I couldn't go down. Since I was talking on the phone, I couldn't really use both hands, so I sat nonchalantly on the bench chatting on the phone. After hanging up, I tried with all of my strength, but that darn zipper was so stuck on the lining. I swear I worked at it for 10 whole minutes before I had to go ask the clerk (quite sheepishly) for help. We were able to slip off the boot from my prickly leg (actually slip is too kind of a word) and then the guy was able to get the zipper down.
Now that is humiliating enough, but the story does not end there...oh no. About a week later, I was at a different mall...though same shoe store, again looking at boots. I tried on a really cute pair and realized I had tried these on before. Want to know when I realized it? Yep, you guessed it. When it got stuck halfway up my blasted walking calf! I had to laugh to myself because of my stupidity.
Needless to say, I decided against getting black boots for this year.
