Shoes and Oranges

Yesterday I bought indoor soccer shoes, all by myself. Coming from America,I was expecting an eager employee to latch onto me and listen to the long and involved history of my feet. In fact, I had already prepared a small speech explaining my tendency to get blisters, and my preference towards men's sizes.

But in Germany, there is no need for that. I just wandered into the store, took a few pairs off the shelf, tried them on, and bought the ones that fit me best. There was no "oh, let me go out back to look for that obscure shoe size of yours young lady!" I don't even think they have an "out back" in Germany. And considering the constant look of confusion that I now wear so well, I didn't even get a "do you need help there?" No sir, it was just me, and the shelves, and luck. It was all quite thrilling.

Also, I learned how to correctly peel an orange today. I really enjoy oranges now. Every day is full of hidden wonders.

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