Okay, so, I'm straightening shoes (doesn't that sound the most exciting thing in the world?!) and this guy comes up to me asks, redneck accent and all, if a size 13 boy's shoe is the same as the size 3.
Say what?
I tried to explain that a size 13 is one size, and a 3 is a completely different size. He just kept repeating himself, saying that he was looking for a size 3, but found a 13 and thought maybe they were the same thing. Over and over and over.
I finally asked him to show me which shoe he was talking about. He walked me over to them, and said he couldn't find a 3, so he thought if he got a 13, it would be the same.
WHY? BECAUSE THEY BOTH END IN 3?
I explain again that a 13 is not the same as a 3, that in kids' shoes, it's actually smaller and that there are several sizes in between. He then asks if he could get another size then, because he didn't see any 3s. I look down at the shelf, and see 2 size 3s. I pulled one off the shelf and handed it to him. He thanked me and asked me AGAIN if I was sure that the 13 and 3 weren't the same because, "the bottom of his shoe said 3." Why we were still having the conversation at that point, I don't know, because he was standing there with the 3 in his hands. But, I suppose if I hadn't simply wished him a nice day and walked away, I'd probably still be standing there, listening to him tell me that the shoe had a 3 on the bottom of it, and that's what he wants, but he thought a 13 and 3 were the same.
Final thought: Wow. That really happened.
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