I couldn't find the shoe I wanted in men's, so I asked what she had in woman's. She looked at me a little odd, asked me what size. I knew that, but it is on the large size for women's I guess. She went and got them, they looked better than the men's, fit was perfect. I said I'll take them and she asked me if I realized they were woman's. Twice now the women's shoe thing. I just leaned over her a little and said "yes I know, does that bother you?" She was so flustered she could hardly ring them up.
So I really like the shoes and wanted to get a second pair. So I went back a couple weeks later. Sales girl comes up, the chit chat, and I explained to her what I wanted. They were discontinued and showed me what they had left, wouldn't fit. Then,,,...Then she asked if I had looked in the men's section, telling me I might have a chance in a different color. Ahh...No luck. I thanked her and winked and she just smiled and winked back.
Now yah gotta remember I look like I should be a Cowboy. Or at least carry a sawed off double barrel. It was an Androgyne moment and she knew it was, too. I get a little glow just thinking about it.
Ativan