New Shoes!!

So I went to a running store to get a new pair of shoes that would hopefully solve my problem with my falling-off toenails and the bleeding when I run over eight or nine miles. I'm so self-conscious around real runners, so I took my little boy with me as a buffer. (I figured they wouldn't make too much fun of me in front of a child.) When I walk in, of course it is this barely twenty year old guy in perfect shape. Now, when I tell most people that my toenails are falling off, they shrink away in disgust and say things like "That is sooo gross". Really? What am I supposed to say to that? "Actully, my husband thinks it's sexy"? Anyway, when I tell this uber-runner what is happening, he isn't even the least bit phased by this. "Yeah, your shoes are too small, and I can see you have flat feet." He looks at my feet for a few minutes and walks over to a wall of shoeboxes the size of a movie screen and picks a box, seemingly at random. "These will take care of you." Now, how did he know that? I mean, there are thousands of shoes on this wall. And this pair is THE pair? I try to be nonchalant, "Great, they feel great, ummmm thanks!" and pay for the shoes with the underlying certainty that I have been ripped off. I get home, get online and research the shoes. What do you know? "Perfect for the distance runner with flat, low arches who needs a roomy toe bed". And damn if they don't feel great when I take them out for a test run. Maybe my toenails will have grown back by next summer. Until then, I just keep polish on the skin, you can't even tell! Ha ha!