My friend Joann asked me to go shoe shopping with her on our lunch hour, during the time we both worked as customer representatives for the New York Telephone Company. We both started at the same time and were in trainee class together. I worked there for about one year, and she for considerably longer, though our friendship continued for a number of years. She lives in Florida now.
She was engaged to be married, and she needed shoes for her wedding. We went to one of the shoe stores in downtown Troy, and the salesclerk, a man, asked her what size heel she was interested in. The other customer he was helping was insistent that she not be taller than her husband-to-be and wanted pumps with fairly low heels. When the clerk posed the question to Joann, she promptly responded, "Oh, I don't have to worry. I have six inches to play around with." Nothing more needed to be said.
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