I offended a shop assistant the other day.
I requested a size 40 shoe.
She let out a blood-curdling squeal and cowered with fear.
Well not really.
But she made it very clear to me that I should march my Australian size 9 feet straight out the door, and never return.
But yesterday, in an unexpected turn of fate, there they were.
The cutest (and most comfortable) espadrilles in the west... and east.
For just Y75... $A12
And they're only a size 39.
I still want the graded-colour Prada runners though...
I might see what she says if I ask for a 39!

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