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.

“From Batman?”

“Of course. The mystical illusionist.”

“You read the comics?”

“And the books.”

“Knightfall?”

“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