I bought a pair of Camel suede DB's recently, discounted, and decided I don't like them all too much. Plus, I hear that the indigo from unwashed jeans murders them. I tried the old taking the incriminating stickers off the box and exchanging them at a totally different shop, claiming they were an unwanted gift from my grandma. They were just doing the barcodes for my new pair of brown ones when they cottoned on the shop didn't even stock the same model. When asked "Are you sure she got them from here?" I genuinely considered saying that my grandmother had passed away, but quickly came to the conclusion I'd never sink that low. So I left the shop bootless and heartbroken. Suffice to say, I gagged the assistant and the establishment was torched within the next five minutes. Now I've gotta return the fucking boots and waste more Â£s on postage. Oh what strife.