Customer Service Glam
On hold in the telephonic cue, I’m waiting to speak to a representative to return a pair of shoes. When my number is up, Josh, from customer service, asks for my email to look up the order.
“A-k-a-z-a-t-a-n-a,” I dictate my address reserved for receipts and miscellaneous notices.
He is in the middle of reading it back to me when suddenly he stops. “You mean otherwise known as…”
“Zatana,” I finish his sentence.
“Of course. The mystical illusionist.”
“You read the comics?”
“And the books.”
“Yep.” I can hear the utter disbelief in his voice.
“Wasn’t it great when Bane….”
“Shhh,” I funnel air through my lips. “The movie is coming out. Don’t spoil it.”
“Fair enough.” The line goes quiet except for the sound of him typing on his keyboard. After a minute or so of silence, I ask, “What are you doing?”
More typing and then he answers. “Trying to guess your age by looking at your shoes.”
*Note to self: Always, always, be suspicious of men who know too much about women’s shoes.
*Question from a fashion blog: What do your shoes say about you?
*Task for the morning: Scour closet and try to figure out which pair of my shoes screams forty-four-year-old Batman fan.
E. L. Chappel author of Risk/Spirit Dance
Apparently you can judge a girl by her shoes
aka The Glamourous Wife