Mom is still not convinced that I need these shoes.
“They’re chic,” I insist.
“They’re bright,” she corrects. “A little bit Oz.”
I whine. Mom swipes the shoes and heads to the counter. “Excuse me,” she says, “but these heels are much too expensive. They look a little worn, and besides, they’re ugly.”
A second later, they’re also 80% off.
“Bet you can’t do that at sample sales,” she says in the car.
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