When last we saw them, I had just learned that the identical replacement pair I ordered was out of stock, indefinitely. I scoured the Internet looking for another vendor who had that particular slipper in my particular size, but it seemed that finding a unicorn would have been easier.
I rolled the dice and ordered a different model made by the same manufacturer … and when they arrived, I put them on my feet and tried to convince myself that the alien feeling would grow familiar, and the tightness was all in my mind, and besides, even if they were a bit tight, surely they’d stretch as I broke them in.
“Do you like them?” Wonder Woman asked.
“Um … kind of,” I answered.
And it was at that point that she advised me to return them, because she knew. She just knew. Even as I was trying to convince myself that I could live with them, she was fast-forwarding in her head to the part a few weeks from now when I’d still be bitching about how the new slippers just weren’t as good, and how I couldn’t believe that I wasn’t able to find the same kind that I had before. And she was right.
So I sent them back, and scoured the Internets yet again, and found a lone vendor who had, like, one pair left in my size … and when that pair arrived, I slipped my feet into them … and it was like falling in love all over again. Ahhhhhh.