New ShoesI arrive home, flushed with success from having done a solo shopping effort to replace my battered old brogues. I am very pleased with myself.

"Love, check out the new shoes!"

She looks.

"Guess how much!"
"Twenty bucks?"

My elation vanishes. My brilliant ruse has been rumbled. The new shoes I got from the Shoe Warehouse that were indeed $20 and which, to my eyes, were the spitting image of the $120 shoes they were replacing, are nothing but cheap imposters to the eyes of the more discerning shoe connoisseur.

That's the last time I shop by myself, then.
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