I went to a shoe shop in MoE today and found THE most amazing pair of shoes, girls you get me, the kind that you can’t live without, that you have been looking for ALL your life, well since the last pair of amazing shoes… Then you find they don’t have it in your size, so you convince yourself that even though you are a 38 you are a small 38 and practically a 37. However you put the 37’s on and your toes have to claw up and your little toe feels so buckled up that it really is the most excruciating pain you have felt since, since well since pain began and eventhough they are THE best pair of shoes a practical voice tells you don’t do it. So you ask the shop assistant if they have them in any of their other stores in Dubai, or a close Universe. They do! On the other side of town, which in this traffic pretty much is another Universe. But you don’t care, you ask them to reserve them and race to pick the kids up and bomb down there to retrieve these wonderful, beautiful shoes. You tell the kids they can have ice-cream to compensate for the boring drive. A day later you make it to the mall, or what seems like a day later. You race to the shop, pulling you bored little munchkins behind you, smiling inside because you are that close to having THE most amazing pair of shoes! The said shoes are produced, woo hoo! You see the box with your name on it! But inside, is not THE most amazing pair of shoes but a pair that have been put in the wrong box. Come on kids, we all need ice-cream. Don’t count your chickens till they hatch, they may just have the wrong shoes on dammit!