I wonder why I would spend so much money on shoes I can't wear to work because I'd rather be dragging my lazy Singers feet in frip-frops anywhere else, any other day.
Still, it is indeed a kick (pun intended) waiting for days for your shoes to delivered by the courier guy. Especially after one of the worst days ever at work.
And of course. Because they are shoes.
Pretty ones, too.
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