Yesterday my sister hosted a very important party for a documentary she's been working on and as always I left some part of my outfit to the last minute. I'd had my dress picked out for a while and the color wasn't easiest to match but I thought whatevs I'll find a pair heels no problem. Generally shopping is the thing that brings balance into my life and more specifically shopping for shoes is my mecca. No matter what shit situation comes my way, a shopping trip always does the trick but this was a different story. I hit all usual spots like Saks, Bloomies, BCBG and found nothing so I was starting to freak my shit till I hit Nordstrom's and found "the" pair of shoes. I took a seat while I waited for the sales lady to bring me my new Micheal Kors heels and then shit happened. There I am minding my own business when a random older lady comes to look at some shoes on a display case next to me and out of nowhere she starts backing up and looks at me and says "excuse me". I'm looking back at her just thinking "What the fuck?" but didn't really care since I was about to be 6'1 in a sick pair of heels. Then it hits me. The foulest, nastiest, unbearable, unbelievable, unexplainable stench I've smelled since Maeve stuck her lava shit charred asshole in my face ( a whole other story there). I was beyond overcome with disgust! Bitch dropped a deuce-deuce right there in the designer shoe department of Nordstrom's!! She has the audacity to fart in the presence of Betsey Johnson, Miss Sixty, Moschino and in the name of things holy Dolce & Gabbana!!! I was floored and didn't know what to do but move to another area and realize how classless some people can be. We all fart but c'mon have SOME discreetness when out in public, especially in designer shoe departments!! This ordeal went so beyond myself and I'm not the kind the person that thinks about other people first at all but in that moment I endured for the sake of beautiful shoes. Absolutely classless indeed!
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