New Flash! I forgot that this is where he is from. We’re walking in Gastown and I shriek out “JOHN!” and run in the store, yapping to Steve and Lauren the story of how I found out about him. We continue on the tour, but our Jessica tells me that he has a store near my B&B if I’d like to check it out when I have time. For some odd reason, I remember this fact as I step off the bus. Ten minutes later my foot looks like this:
how boss are those? I go through this exercise about 6 more times, and end up with something much more practical, but love looking:
I chat up the young man who is helping me, and then compare shoes with another woman about my age as we try on the same pair in different colors. I pay and the woman checking me out comments that she has 28 pairs! I can’t imagine what my closet would look like if I worked in a shoe store!
Thank you John.
