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Feb. 26th, 2008 04:22 pmI've signed up for tap dance classes, as part of my ongoing plan for Total Global Domination. The class description says "Requires tap shoes". No problem. I hiked over to the local dance shoe supply store (Danny's in Central Square, for you locals), found a pair that were modestly priced, tried them on, liked them, took them up to the register, all no problem.
Then this happened:
The Clerk: (taking my card and swiping it) Where are you taking lessons?
Me: Oh, through Boston Adult Ed. I'm just getting started.
The Clerk: Huh. They probably won't let you wear them, you know.
Me: What?! Why not??
Clerk: Cheap ones like these, they don't make enough noise. Sure you want them?
Me: .......yes.
Clerk: Okay. They'll be good for practicing in at home, anyways. Sign here.
I've never left a shoestore with a visceral sense of dismay before! Was this just a salesman trying to upsell? Or am I really going to get sent home from my first-ever class because my shoes aren't cool enough?
Then this happened:
The Clerk: (taking my card and swiping it) Where are you taking lessons?
Me: Oh, through Boston Adult Ed. I'm just getting started.
The Clerk: Huh. They probably won't let you wear them, you know.
Me: What?! Why not??
Clerk: Cheap ones like these, they don't make enough noise. Sure you want them?
Me: .......yes.
Clerk: Okay. They'll be good for practicing in at home, anyways. Sign here.
I've never left a shoestore with a visceral sense of dismay before! Was this just a salesman trying to upsell? Or am I really going to get sent home from my first-ever class because my shoes aren't cool enough?
