Metal Meredith

I needed some new shoes. Depending on where you are from, I needed some sneakers/ running shoes/ tennis shoes. I headed over to New Balance because my feet have been killing me and I trust the people over there to get the fit right. I also thought that I could pop in, try on a few pairs, ask about colors and style and go home to shop on eBay for quite the discount.

Henry was with me and I decided against lugging the stroller into the tiny store. So when I got in, picked some shoes and tried them on, I just sat him on the floor next to me. He crawled a few feet one way and a few feet the other then sat and pounded on some big machine. He was quiet and gentle and not making a big mess, so I kept on trying the shoes on which now featured a new set of (ultra comfortable) insoles.

The problem with these shoes is that they were BRIGHT WHITE. For anyone knows me and how very goth I am, white shoes just don’t fit into my wardrobe. Figuring those to be about $85, I was in the process of asking if they came in any less hospital-like sterile colors and as she was replying “no’, I looked over to see Henry drooling all over the shoe box.

At first it didn’t hit me. But then I quickly realized that I really should buy these shoes now that the box was tainted with baby spit. Our Hertzler DNA was all over that box and it would soon be all mine. Happily, the lady took the bundle over the register and started ringing them up. I heard one something teen something and figured the shoes were $85 and the insoles were near $20. I left kicking myself because I paid so much for shoes that I don’t like. At least they felt good.

When I got home, I took out the receipt to read the total was $160, $115 for the shoes and $40 for the insoles. After scraping myself off the driveway, I immediately went inside and started listing things on eBay to make up for it (which all have sold for a good amount) and I felt much better. Fortunately, my feet no longer hurt. But they are still white and still ugly.