My lips were set in a thin line as I observed the lady's side. There were lines and lines of shoes on all the four-shelved racks. There was no shortage of people trying on one shoe after the other, without bothering to clear up their mess.
The sight of it made my very eyes hurt. I sat down on the nearest seat and declared to Aidan that I'm not doing it.
"This is a punishment worse than burning in hell," I complained. "How are we to get through this line and this beautiful artwork of shoes?"
"You'll great through it soon enough," he said with a chortle. "I'm glad that your sarcasm will keep me company for free laughs."
I mumbled a few curses and walked in zigzag lines to get over the shoes. In reality, I just wanted a broom to sweep them away and hope that they would land in the faces of the people who created such a disorder.
