On Saturday afternoon I bought a pair of really cute Wellies at a shoe store in Manhattan. They have vertical stripes of green, brown, and blue - colors I love and where often. Only one problem: They're both for the left foot! I had a feeling something would go wrong when the sales guy had me try on the floor model, which was my size. (Ironically, it was the right boot.) Normally, I like to try on the pair and walk around for a few minutes, but for some reason I didn't insist on it. Next time, I'll insist! When I told him I'd buy the boots, the sales guy went to a back room for a moment and reappeared with the boots in a bag. Call me crazy, but it didn't occur to me to check the bag to make sure each foot would have a respective boot.
Of course, I didn't notice it right away. When my husband buys something, no matter what it is, as soon as we get home he takes the recently purchased item out of the bag and assembles/puts up/hangs up/cooks/reads/plays/takes pictures with whatever it is. I, on the other hand, don't want to deal with the things I buy the second I return home. I usually through my bags in the corner and sit on the couch, as was the case on Saturday. It wasn't until last night, after seeing today's forecast, that I bothered to open the store's bag. I was actually excited that it was going to rain today because I've wanted to buy Wellies for the longest time. I pulled out one boot and slid it onto my left foot. Then I pulled out the other boot and realized that it belonged on my left foot as well. Why does everything have to be so hard?!
This morning I spent too much time dawdling and didn't exchange the left boot for the right boot before work as I had planned. Of course, it started raining before I left my apartment. It was the perfect day for new Wellies! I was going to work the A's/Yankees game, but the rain forced the game to be postponed, giving me plenty of time to make the boot exchange!
The sales guy from Saturday was in the store, but a woman dealt with my issue. She seemed embarrassed that something like that could happen, and she was most helpful in solving my problem. She took one left boot, gave me a right boot, and was extremely nice to boot. (Sorry, I couldn't resist.) The process took about three minutes, and I was on my way out the door, confidently braving the elements in my cool and cute boots.
I know they're not technically Wellies in the traditional sense; I just like calling them that.