I scanned the shelves for my size, found it, grabbed the box, and headed for the checkout. I was SO excited to wear them the next day to work! But when I got home and tried them on with a new ensamble, I found that there had been a terrible mistake. My shoes...were...different sizes. :( While the box said 8.5, only one of the boots was actually that size. The other one, after careful investigation, was found to be a 9. I am not a 9.
I've since boxed the boots and returned to the scene of the crime, and was, luckily, able to find the sole-mate to my baby boot. But, I now know to check my shoes before I leave the store. Despite my terrible luck this month, I've learned that every boot is bought for a reason. Whoever says that you can't learn anything from a clost full of shoes is sadly mistaken.