I went to my little hobbit cobbler in Westwood to pick up my beloved Lucite and patent leather platform sandals which were there having the heel put back on as I broke it on New Years Eve in my friend Eve's house. I considered going to the Lanvin store on Melrose but decided I didn't care about paying the cobbler, he was close to my office and I would get them back faster. I walk in, hand the hobbit my ticket and he says we have a problem.
Me: Problem? What do you mean problem?
Hobbit: Your heel broke when we tried to put it back on.
Me: Okay....well just give me them back and I'll go directly to Lanvin and have them fix it.
Hobbit: Well...that is part of the problem. We cannot find your heel.
Me: I cannot breathe.
So you get the idea, the idea of stupidity and incompetance. I tried to explain to the hobbit how these cost half a month's rent, they were last season, I love them like chocolate, etc. He tells me this has never happened in 15 years, he's sorry, offers me a couple of pairs of Louboutains and some Ferragamo boots to make up for it, all of which were obviously shoes people never picked up because they were used and a size 6. I'm an 8 and not interested in wearing other people's shoes. He tells me he has called everywhere, do I have the box maybe he would have more luck with a serial number. I leave, dizzy, and tell him I'll be back on Monday.
Is this outrageous or is it just me?