date and some shoes

This morning, I left home in a rush. I had so much time that I started doing a bit of this and that and eventually I got in to the shower ten minutes before I was supposed to be out the door. This was not an ideal situation as I was going out on a date straight after work. Yet, as I ran down the stairs I was looking half decent, even if my makeup was still in my bag.

Before eleven my sister phoned to find out if I had already had my lunch. I told her it is not even eleven – “oh, ok. Well then, do you want to meet up half past at the shoe shop?” Of course I would. She bough shoes. I had earlier in the week seen a nice pair of trousers in another shop but had been too doubtful to buy them so I decided that she should serve as a judge. On the way we sat down, so that I could quickly eat my lunch.

We entered the shop and she saw a nice top – for me. We took that and I tried on the trousers. Perfect. She agreed with me on that. In fact with the top it was a perfect outfit. So I got them both. But they were black and dark grey and I was wearing brown shoes and it just wouldn’t go but the new outfit was so much nicer than the one I was wearing. Why, oh why did I not take black shoes this morning?

My sister for a moment wondered if she should go home to get me another pair of shoes but then realised that she would not have the time. I thought that maybe I should tell the boy that we have to meet a bit later, and then I would have the time to go home to change. But really, that would be a bit silly and what would I give him as a reason?

My sister was wearing white shoes. That would go. And her dress was white and brown so my shoes would go with her outfit. In front of a department store we swapped – shoes. And I will change my outfit before leaving work. And do my makeup. Perfect.

And it is only a date….