Friday Night in The City, pt.1

The Hunt For Shoes

Sally's brother is getting married next weekend and she is one of the bridesmaids. She needs shoes, red shoes to match her dress. Which is in Adelaide. Simple enough, right?
"But it's not fire-engine red; it's more of a rose-red..."
Like a deeper red? More crimson or burgundy?
"No... like rose-red... you know?"
No, I have no idea.

Which ultimately was fine for me because it meant that I could go through the stores and pick up absolutely anything that was remotely in the red spectrum and ask, "How about this?" [As you may recall from a previous post, that is my favorite technique as a shopping assistant. I don't think I'm all that helpful, truthfully.]

The problem came down to a few things:
1) Sally does not want red shoes.
2) Her mother wants her to have red shoes (the bride doesn't care).
2.a) Her mother is paying for the shoes.
3) Sally knows exactly what style of shoes she wants. That does not, however, mean they exist. Anywhere.

I followed her around, repeating variations of "They don't have to be red," "You could always get them dyed," "Just try them on," "I know they're not red," and "What color is the dress again?"

The result: zero shoe success.

Personal shopping assistant has been removed from my list of potential job options.