By the time I was in fifth grade, I was pretty much full grown. I measured at 5'8" while trying to slump to close the gap between myself and all the other little kids my age. I was truly closer to 5'10" When I became an adult and stopped trying to force myself to scoliosis to be shorter. I wore a size 10 shoe by the time I was out of third grade. I'm a big girl.
I always said I wanted to marry a "wall of man" jokingly seriously. When I met doorway man, I was taken aback by his overall size. At a staggering 6'7" with oversized shoulders even for a person of that height, his size impresses people in general. He's often good advertising for the Nissan Versa we drive. One less than tactful man at a fast food restaurant equated seeing him get out of that car with "clowns getting out of a toy car". Doorway man is not the least bit phased by these types of interactions and easily joins in on the humor of his size.
So needless to say, being able to be petite next to him has been surprisingly fun for me. Something about it makes me feel more feminine and delicate, which is not a common feeling when one towers over many men and most women.
Last week my doorway man was hired on with a security company. They called him in the following day and they have a reasonably specific dress code. Solid white tshirt. Black pants. All black tennis shoes. Black socks.
Cool! All we needed were the shoes. That's a pretty standard thing. We should be able to find those...
We went to the Mecca of tennis shoes, because I figured they would have a grand selection of shoes we could choose from.
Apparently, not in a 15 wide. Poor doorway man. We could only find one black pair in the store that even fit him, and they weren't solid black. He had to contact his boss with the sad story and get approval to wear shoes that weren't quite right. They thankfully had pity on our plight, and approved them. I'm not sure what we would have done if they hadn't.
Anybody know of any sasquatch shoe stores in DFW?
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