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[oakenguy]

I'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?

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*sputters*

[kali921.livejournal.com]

*sputter sputter in hysterical laughter*

I've signed up for tap dance classes, as part of my ongoing plan for Total Global Domination.

That just made me spit tamale all over my desk. I'd like to hear more about your plant for Total Global Domination, please. Post haste.

Re: *sputters*

[oakenguy.livejournal.com]

Oh, bad enough I have the cape...now you're encouraging me to monologue, too?

No no no, you'll find out when the rest of the world does, on the morning when I unleash the ducks.