No, this is not a post about Tiger Woods.
I was surfing the internets during a bout of insomnia last night, when I caught wind that Gap had new releases in their Design Editions shoe collection. I was (of course) drawn to the floral bow wedge, but they were sold out of my size online (of course). I was a bit discouraged, but figured I was better off without them because they are $110 and I don’t poop gold bars. Le sigh.
Well after work today, I had an hour to kill before meeting up with a couple girlfriends to buy “decorations” for a bachelorette party this weekend (8===D), so I toodled over to Gap – with low expectations, mind you. I searched the store (twice) for anything resembling the coveted shoe I saw online but came up empty-footed (Get it??? Punny!). Just as I was about to leave, a boy in a vest asked me if I needed help finding anything. Oh hell. Why not? He knew just what I was talking about and directed me to them: tucked away in their boxes, underneath a platform with a bunch of manequinns on top, with no identifying signage (Ohhhh, I get it now! Gap doesn’t want to sell their merchandise. Obviously. Geeze.). There was ONE pair left in MY SIZE, and I had a GIFT CARD. Today, kids, I felt like I pooped gold bars.