Those who’ve had to be part of the torture called shoe-shopping-with-a-female would know what I mean.
To purchase a single pair of shoes, women are required by the Women’s Shoe Purchasing Act, 3000BC to try on at least 3 different sizes of the same model, 6 different colours and 17 other similar-looking pairs. It doesn’t matter if they’re buying casual shoes, sports shoes or Selipar Jepun.
And every single time, the sales person has to climb into some stinky store room and check the labels of a million boxes to find the requested pair.
Worst part: when everything’s done, the woman would most often than not say: “It’s okay, just trying...”
Yet, I often see guys (who look perfectly sane on the outside) working at your neighbourhood Vincci or Nose. So okay, maybe you get to gawk at some hot chicks and almost get to touch their feet, but are all that worth the slave-like conditions? (And I don’t mean it in a kinky sort of way).
Could it be the high commission shoe stores offer their employees? I doubt it.
Then again, maybe the commission is based on the number of tries, instead of purchases.
If that’s the case, can you give me a job, Vincci?