We were in a shoe store in a Mall in Georgia U.S., and I was looking for something in a size 8 U.K. that might catch my eye.
One wall was maybe 12-15 metres long by about 2 metres high, all stacked with boxes of shoes and boots.
Suddenly a young guy walked in, dressed in jeans and work shirt, tools dangling from his belt, he looked like he’d just climbed down from some scaffolding, and his Timberland work boots had seen better days.
He strolled slowly along the wall of shoe and boot boxes until he came to a pair that suited him, he then took the brand new De Walt boots out of their box, tried them on, laced them up, then casually put his battered Timberlands in the empty box, placed it with the other boxes, hitched up his belt and walked nonchalantly out of the door.
One wall was maybe 12-15 metres long by about 2 metres high, all stacked with boxes of shoes and boots.
Suddenly a young guy walked in, dressed in jeans and work shirt, tools dangling from his belt, he looked like he’d just climbed down from some scaffolding, and his Timberland work boots had seen better days.
He strolled slowly along the wall of shoe and boot boxes until he came to a pair that suited him, he then took the brand new De Walt boots out of their box, tried them on, laced them up, then casually put his battered Timberlands in the empty box, placed it with the other boxes, hitched up his belt and walked nonchalantly out of the door.
Also, I'd sometimes follow them round the store in the hope of them buggering off but most of the time didn't get involved. Especially if i knew they were one of the more angry ones.