actually, i went to town this afternoon to buy shoes for hopefully soon arriving spring (even though the odds are not so good - it was snowing again today). at the shoe shop: i spot some nice shoes. grab the shoe, go to the till. interrupt two busy chatting shopping assistants. the one i talk to is not happy when she notices that she has to work. me: 'could you please bring me this shoe in size 8 please?' she says something i don't understand and walks away. after 5 minutes she comes back. 'we don't have your size'. she walks away. i follow her and ask her to bring me the shoes in size seven. she gives me an angry look, walks away again. 5 minutes later i have the pair in my hands: size six and another colour than i actually wanted. i leave the shoe box on the floor, walk away. i wasn't in the mood to look for shoes anymore, so i went to the bookshop and bought two crime novels.