While my Mom was in the hospital, she developed major swelling in her legs and feet, and was unable to put on any of her current shoes. This posed a problem once released from the hospital. My sister and Dad ordered a pair during her stay, and paid more in guaranteed next day, holiday shipping fees than the actual cost of the shoes. As luck would have it, the shoes were a no-show.
We had to switch to plan B; which meant my sister and I took on the task of picking out, and purchasing a style that would work….pronto (since she came home earlier in the day). She needed some sort of shoe that had Velcro tabs that would adjust both for her swelling and shrinking feet.
Prior to shopping we had to maneuver those stinking, tight-as-ever, compression socks on her legs. By the time we both took several turns, all three of us were a ball of sweat, from both the struggle and the laughter. In the midst of the sock showdown, the doorbell rang, as my Dad ushered in our Pastor. He witnessed our antics and soon joined in on the laughter.
Shortly after the Pastor arrived, we headed off on our shoe adventure (both very tired from little sleep during the week). We arrived at our destination, parked and quickly walked into the store. Once we found the shoe department, there were hundreds of woman’s shoes, but nothing that would work. Just on the off-chance, we checked the men’s section, and WA-LA…..found the perfect solution. Houston…..we have a problem, they weren’t a very pretty shoe…..but our best option. The color also posed a problem…..they were a dull brown, and no way would we admit to her they were a man’s shoe…HA!
We left with our treasure; looking for the car. Ummm….where did we park? My sister looked back wondering why I wasn’t following her as she asked, “You coming, you coming, are you coming with me?” I blankly stare at the car she’s heading towards, thinking it didn’t really resemble Mom’s car. A passing gentlemen and his son claimed they didn’t see a thing, as we headed off in the opposite direction, laughing with them.
Found the car and away we went. Back at home, we proudly announced we were successful, however, reluctantly admitted the shoes weren’t really pretty. My mom responded, “Oh well, at least their a pretty color.” Well……not really, but their functional. She decided she could put a sporty ski pin on them to spruce them up…..LOL….no words. As we took them out of the box, realized the electronic price device was left on the shoe, since we needed the size on display….HA! Humor definitely helped my Mom in this painful situation. One, two, buckle my shoe…..what a day!
PS…..the prettier shoes arrived two days later