zapatos calientes y tamales calientes

After a long, long, LONG week that I was happy to see the end of, I decided to reward myself with some new shoes. I bought 2 new pairs last week, but my love tank still was not full.

I arrived at DSW still in my bank lady attire, which apparently looks expensive, because one of the salespeople, Halil, came up to me and asked if I make a lot of money. I went "HA!" and said I have two part time jobs but remain below the poverty line. He then offered me a job because he said I have a "good eye for shoes" and that he can tell that I "think outside the box." I went "HA!" and we had a good laugh.

After giving Halil my contact information so that I could join their savings club (I think that's why I gave him all my information...), he said he's going to look into getting a job at my bank. He's also a substitute teacher at my former high school and middle school. For some reason this creeped me out a little.

Halil did inspire me to use my "good eye" to find a crazy pair of shoes because I was in the mood to throw down for a pair of crazy shoes. I spent some time looking around, taking care to "think outside of the box," and I found these:

But I got them in black.

I feel like a hot little tamale in them.

Yes, these shoes make me feel like a plate of steamed Mexican food.