buy new trainers instead of jeans, but they queue-jumped the priority list!!

Here I was, wandering across the park, backpack on back, to the abode where I was laying my head for the weekend, minding my own business, and not avoiding the puddles - because I like walking in puddles - when I realised I had an incredibly soggy right foot. On close inspection, I realised I had one very leaky trainer and it was terminal.

So, on Monday morning, to distract me from the hard thinking work I was going to have to do in the afternoon, I took myself off into the large shopping centre in the middle of the city.

I forgot. Buying trainers is worse than buying new jeans. Especially in shops where customers don't matter. I know I was not necessarily at my best. I know I was well trained in the art of being polite to a customer who I was asking to wait for a moment or two for the right person to come and serve them, and have high standards in this matter. But to get a surly reply of "It's not my fault I'm working in two sections of the shop this morning, and I only kept you waiting two minutes (it was almost ten...) and being made to feel I was at fault every time I asked if the other person was ever going to come and help. All I wanted to do was try on the trainers and decide if I was going to buy them or not. I complained to the manager, and left.

I succeeded in finding helpful people in the third shop.. and now have delightfully comfortable leak-free trainers.

I was too exhausted after that to do anything other than go for coffee and cake, and have postponed the jeans shopping for another week.