So, I'm in a shop; a shoe shop. i like this shop, love the smell of new leather of new shoes, don't love the bright light and the 'music'.
She asks, 'shoes for a special occasion?'
Stuck typing alone all day, I'm stumped, and then i reply,
'yeah i am off to Munich, as the guest photographer in an
exhibition at one of the Universities there'... (i blanked on the name of the Uni in the haze of the moment).
She smiles, gives me my shoes in a thick paper bag. Handing me my receipt she adds, 'If you don't like them you can return them within a 12 month period'.
i smile, then realise i'm smiling, and leave the shop at the end of the beginning...