Once again I have had to replace my trainers as the inside has worn out far quicker than the soles.
For a while I have noticed severe pain in my right foot and put it down to the way I walk and stone bruises. However, the day before yesterday I checked the inside of my shoe, and there was a definite ridge where it shouldn’t be on the right side, exactly where I was experiencing the pain.
Regular readers will know how much I love (not) shopping, especially for shoes, so Hubby was quite taken aback when I agreed to go into one of the major towns this morning for replacements.
As it happened, he too was on the lookout for a new pair so we thought we’d kill two birds with one stone, or should I say get two pairs from the same place.
Well, that was the intention anyway.
We were able to park in a side road which had plenty of shade for Maggie, and Hubby went into his shop of choice. I took one look at their trainers on sale and balked at the price, so sticking my head through the doorway, told him I was going into the Sports Shop where I’d got my others.
This particular store is renowned for poor service and lack of interested sales staff but it does do bargain trainers at half price or less which always suits my budget.
Sure enough, there were no assistants on the shop floor, but spying the make of my current trainers and a huge pile of various sizes, I got stuck in and served myself.
Pulling out a box of Men’s size 7 (I discovered last time that ladies are way too tight and small for my hooves), they were tied together in the box with one of those electronic tag thingies.
Not to be deterred, I tried each shoe on in turn, decided they were comfy, and went up to the check out in less than 5 minutes!
However, it was a 7½ I’d selected, so rather than make a mistake, I went back to the box pile, ferreted out a size 7 and tried them on too. They were a little tight, especially as I was wearing my normal thickish socks, and I had just a little problem with the tag thingie as with both shoes on I couldn’t move my feet sufficiently to get them off!
As Hubby had now arrived in the shop, we did a reverse Prince Charming and I settled on my original selection of the bigger size.