I was having a pretty shitty day yesterday, sitting in a boardroom from 8-4:30, wearing a jacket and tie when it was 104 degrees. Then I try to get on the subway, and the goddamn world is standing there waiting on the platform. I decided to head into the nearby GW to find a book to read while rush hour passed. As I'm walking by one of the shoe racks, I just see the letters v, a, and n on an insole. I turn around and find one pair. Then I think, well, what are the odds that there's another pair of decent shoes in the place? In over a year, I've found one wearable pair there. I pick up a shirt and a copy of Taleb's "Black Swan," and walk to the register. As I'm waiting behind what I THINK was a man in a woman's sundress buying a straw hat, I decide to walk over to check out the rest of the shoes. Pairs 2 and 3 were sitting right beside each other.
Alden shells for BB, 11.5D, combination heels, x3 (black x2, cordovan x1). Available at a thread discount if someone wants to make a fair offer, but maybe I should clean them first.

