Don't Waste Your Money on a New Set of Speakers

I needed some new kicks.  For those of you not hip to the lingo, that means I needed a new pair of sneakers.  (For the record, I am also not hip to that lingo, I just really wanted to say it.)

For a while now I have been seeing commercials for these Reeboks that shape your legs and butt just from normal use!  Like any gullable consumer I convinced myself that if got these shoes in weeks I would be looking like a super-model.

So  today I walked downtown to buy a new pair of shoes, and I had this particular pair locked in my mind.  Well there is really only one sports store within walking distance of my apartment, so that is where I went. Well, as luck would have it, this store doesn't even sell Reeboks. OF COURSE.

So I began casually browsing the shoes that they do carry, (I hate walking into a store and then walking right out, it makes me feel inferior for some reason?)

As I was browsing, of course the guy asks me if I need help.  So I say, "sure".  And OF COURSE he is the nicest old guy EVER.  And of course he fits my foot, and goes through about eight different pairs of shoes, spending about forty minutes with me helping me find the right fit.  In the back of my mind I cannot help but think of these miracle butt sculpting shoes.  AND as luck would have it I wasn't really "sold" on any of the shoes he had showed me either.

Another concern that I had was that I really wanted a dark shoe.  Yeah.  I know, it is really crucial what color your workout shoe is. OH WAIT.

 But OF COURSE he has spent all this time with me, and then finally shows me this great dark grey and green Under Armour shoe.  As luck would have it this time, I really do like this shoe that he has showed me.

Yeah.  They didn't have it in my size.  But he showed me a similiar shoe that is lighter in color, (no butt-miracle). The shoe was alright.

 But like I said, he spent all this time on me.  I know that he works on commission, and I'd feel like a royal dick just walking out of the store without buying a pair of shoes.

Note to self, when buying things:
Don't go to the store with something particular in mind with no "real" reason.
Do not be fooled by the kindness of sales-people.  IT IS THEIR JOB.
Don't buy something just because you feel bad.


So yeah.  Now I have a pair of shoes that I kind of like, and that won't transform my butt into that of a God's.  On the bright side:  The Reeboks probably wouldn't have actually done that either.