It began like a normal day. My friend Abi and I had decided to head to Bicester Village to do some shopping. We arrived early to the designer outlet, eyes bright and purses at the ready.
Our day of shopping went quite well. I was in the market for some new heels; the higher, the better but they had to be sleek and sophisticated - I’m a lady of class after all. At least, I was.
As we wondered into a rather lavish looking shop, I met my love. Tall, dark and handsome. They were black caged heeled boots and they called my name. I set my bag to one side, I removed my shoes. This was it.
As I slipped my foot into the shoes my soles cried out with pleasure. They were perfect. I zipped them up at the back and smiled up to Abi.
“What do you think?” I said.
“They’re beautiful” she replied, a tear glinting in her her. I nodded knowingly.
“I wonder how much they are...” I said, my voice trailing off. Abi found the price tag and gulped.
I laughed and said I didn’t even want to know the damage, as I began to unzip the back of the shoe to replace it on the shelf. And that’s when it happened. The colour dropped from my cheeks and Abi’s eyebrows pulled into a frown.
“What’s wrong?” she said. It was my turn to gulp now.
My voice cracked. “The zip’s stuck”. Abi’s eyebrows flew up to her hairline.
“It’s stuck!” I said in a hushed whisper. A sales assistant walked by, we smiled unconvincingly.
“Kerry!” Abi said, meeting my hushed whisper “These shoes are £700!”
If I wasn’t panicking before, I was now. I yanked the zip again. Nothing. Heat rose in my face. “Abi I need some air!” I said, eyes wild.
“Kerry,” Abi said, looking me right in the eye. “Unless you want to spend £700 on a pair of zip defected shoes, you need to get this thing off your foot!”
I nodded. I knew what I had to do. Forget the zip, just pull the shoe until the damn thing slid off. If the heel broke with it then so be it. Abi planned our getaway route. She pulled and I pulled in the most tragic ‘to me, to you’ Chuckle Brothers episode you’ve ever seen. Eventually the shoe gave in. We heaved sighs of relief and darted out of the shop with heavy breath and a reminder to never, ever, try on shoes you can’t afford.