Heh. Well, at the weekend we went to Red Sun in Camden, where Matt bought some nice boots, having been told they were size 10. He thought they were a bit snug, but I supposed that was because new shoes often are, and his old ones are so stunningly decrepit that they're far too loose anyway. He set off for the library the next day, found himself in foot agony, and on closer inspection discovered that they were in fact size nines.
I brought them back yesterday, because I had more time on my hands and because they know me in there, as I've bought almost all my recent shoes from them. So the argument consisted of me saying 'you've been so reliable in the past, when you say something is a certain size we're inclined to believe you,' and them getting all shirty that Matt hadn't wiped the grit and London grime off the soles before packing them back up, and me offering to wipe them myself if that was the only problem, and repeating 'but you said they were 10s and you were wrong, you wouldn't want to lose my custom, would you?'
I didn't think I'd get away with it, but somehow I did. And I didn't even have to do any wiping.
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Date: 2004-12-16 06:05 am (UTC)I brought them back yesterday, because I had more time on my hands and because they know me in there, as I've bought almost all my recent shoes from them. So the argument consisted of me saying 'you've been so reliable in the past, when you say something is a certain size we're inclined to believe you,' and them getting all shirty that Matt hadn't wiped the grit and London grime off the soles before packing them back up, and me offering to wipe them myself if that was the only problem, and repeating 'but you said they were 10s and you were wrong, you wouldn't want to lose my custom, would you?'
I didn't think I'd get away with it, but somehow I did. And I didn't even have to do any wiping.