I know of a great shoe repair shop if you're ever in need. It's a small place near my grocery store with an even smaller, difficult-to-enter parking lot. There is a Asian couple that owns the place and they have fixed numerous soles and heels on my favorite shoes. And for a good price.
Last week I offered to drop off a pair of heels for my friend Megan. One of the heels had broken completely off and I thought the nice Asian couple might be able to put it back together. When I took the shoe into the store, the man of the duo was working. I asked if he could fix it and he said he would try. Then he began to fill out the little green shoe ticket/receipt:
Man: Your name?
Me: Julie (always easier to write than "Julianne")
Man: Phone?
Me: 555-5555
Man: What color is shoe?
*silence while I thought*
Me: Nude
*awkward laugh from man*
Man: I don't know that color
Me: Let's go with tan
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