Monday, August 9, 2010
I had it all planned out: a nice cheerful blog entry about how things are looking up: the weather's turned (hot hot hot, but sunny and not skin-crawlingly humid), our new teacher's flight here and my trip to meet her at Incheon in two days are finally all booked, and-- thank Pheidippides-- my wonderful (and largish) new New Balance running shoes arrived today, in plenty of time to save my toes on my next long run (this Sunday, twenty miles).
And then I got home and opened the package.
I ordered two pairs of New Balance model 760, size 11 1/2 D from Road Runner Sports in San Diego.
They sent me two pairs of New Balance model 993, size 12 1/2 B.
These damn things are so long and skinny I think they may be leftover cross-country skis. That's not the type of cross country I do any more.
I paid $265 for these shoes ($75 a pair, $65 for shipping, $10 for a club membership in order to get a 10% discount, and $40 in Korean duty charges). And now I have to wait till morning to yell at some poor sales rep and wait a couple of weeks more to get the right shoes. (Umm... I want the left shoes, too. I meant the correct shoes.)
And I'm not paying $65 to ship 'em back, $65 to ship the good ones here, and $40 for the duty on the new ones.
And there's still that little 20-miler in too-short shoes coming up this weekend...