"I've been with the wrong woman for the right shoes." -- Terry the Waiter, Cocina Superior
I'm a lucky member of the Mandatory Margarita (Book) Club, a group of women that get together whenever margaritas are necessary. (They actually deserve a much longer post.) In short: we meet at a Mexican restaurant and share the details of our lives: jobs, relationships, travels, children, recent clothing purchases.
Last night, over crawfish quesadillas and margaritas, K. said that she had found the perfect pair of Frye boots, gorgeous black leather numbers on sale at a certain store right across from Cocina Superior. Sadly, the shoes, on sale at a major discount during a rare sale at this high-end store, weren't in stock in her size.
They were an 8. My size (well in boots at least).
This is how you know true friends: They encourage you -- no, URGE you, to put down the cheese dip and walk across the street to the store during dinner. I did. And I fell hard for these boots, timeless little lovers made out of the most supple leather. I held them in my hands and waited for a salesperson. And waited.
It's not unlike this store to ignore customers -- that's actually sort of their M/O and they seem to pride themselves as having a reputation as one of the snootiest shops in Birmingham. So much so that I typically avoid going in there. Don't want my business? Fine with me. So I walked out, returning empty handed to my friends.
Upon hearing what happened, they were aghast. And Anne, who I have only come to know through the Mandatory Margarita Club, proceeded to get up from her dinner, gently grab my arm and march me back over to the store.
Anne: "We are just going to go in there and tell them that what they did was unacceptable!"
Erin: "Um, can we just play it cool, just be casual about it," as we walked into the shop.
Anne: (To the man at the Chanel Counter). "Excuse me, is there someone working in shoes? Because my friend waited here for 10 minutes without being helped."
Erin: Turns red.
Even when the salesperson came out, she seemed miffed to have to pull the shoes. But I didn't care -- they were fantastic, and they fit like a glove. We were meant to be. And when she said, "you're not in our system, are you?" I said that I most certainly was.
They're classic and timeless these boots. And these friends.
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