Sandalism - Part deux

The sales clerk, whose name was Eloise, wanted me to write for her in exchange for shoes. Her boss had asked her to write up a new shipment for the web and she told her she could; if she didn't her boss would find someone else for the job. And she really needed this job seeing as she was new in town and didn't have too many options. She failed to mention to her boss that she was dyslexic. I was happy to oblige but i told her I was no Tolstoy.

I wanted my loot so she let me first try on several pair of shoes including a pair of faux hush puppies that i absolutely loved. But they didn't have my size, as usual. I wore a whopping size 11. "Tabarnouche" i said. "I can't squeeze into these tens".
"Is that blood on your toe?" she asked.
"Darn, what a gaffe. " I was prone to blisters and using French words these days.

She ignored it and looked away. Great i thought, i kept trying on shoes and sandals.
When i was done she took me to the back room and showed me a stack, handed me a laptop and then left the room. I started opening the boxes, but evertime i opened one, a not so pleasant odour emanated. The odour kept getting stronger. I opened more of them to see if they were all like that. Indeed, further into the stack, fireworks were lighting up the room. My eyes could only see red and green for a few seconds after about the ninth pair. This was probably why she was dyslexic.

I went out to grab Eloise. She was chatting with someone.
"Have you opened any of those boxes, it's like shop and awe back there" i said.
She looked at me inquisitively.
I looked down at her hand, she was holding a cocktail. "Is that a cosmopolitan?" I asked.
"Yes, tabarnouche", she said and burped.

" I can't finish the job," I said.
"You have to if you want the shoes".
"I don't want them", i lied.
"You have to pay for them because they have blood on them", she said.

Damn blisters. I really should carry band-aids with me. I went back and finished the job.

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