People often ask where my inspiration comes from… here's some of my day yesterday told in three parts. ⠀⠀
Afterward, I had to go purchase shoes for my kid where an old (very old) lady approached me. She did her best to convince me I needed a pair of heels. "You have those legs and youth in your favor," she said.
I laughed. "I’m just here for my kid," I replied to her and the store employee. "Maybe you should work here," I added. "Seems like you’d be pretty good at sales."
She loved that idea. Then she told me about all the history of the shoes she used to wear and how she wishes she still could still get into a pair of heels.
“Let me buy you these,” she offered in the end. “You really need these shoes.”
“That’s very nice of you, “I said. “But I have plenty.”
She wanted to know about my family, about what my purchase was for. An Orchestra performance, I told her.
She didn’t have to care. But she did.
As I was paying she left. “See you tomorrow Mrs. P,” the store clerk called out.
“She comes here every day?” “Yes, every day,” she said and she told me a little about her. "She’s ninety-one. Used to be a dancer."
"Interesting," I replied. "To say that I hadn’t come in (very) slightly annoyed about having to purchase shoes that will fit my kid for all of five minutes, for a one-time performance, would be a lie. But that woman—wow. She comes here every day to love up on strangers and admire shoes she can no longer wear. That's something."