

Women
of the world, you probably know this moment, too: You ask the polite
shoe salesman to bring you that snakeskin lace-up stiletto or navy
ballet flat in a 9 or 7 or whatever, and he brings a shoe that's two
sizes too small, purring a coy, "It's the only size left, do you want to
just trrrrrry it?" It's a valiant effort, but inevitably you gawk,
like, "What, am I