"Can I help you, miss?" The older gentlemen perked up as she stepped up to him.
"Yes, please," she smiled at his friendly demeanor, "Can I see the pair of boots that were in the window with the thick fur around them?"
"Sure thing. Size nine and a half?"
"Yes, good guess," she smiled at Jeff, as it said on his nametag. That was something you didn't see anymore. The kind of amicable customer service that existed once upon a time in big name stress like this one.
"Oh, I've been doing this for more than twenty-years. I should be able to guess a person's shoe size by now," he smiled widely. "You take a seat and I'll be back in just a second," he added.
After trying on the warm boots, Roxie asked for a few more things to be added to her order. A pair of black low-heeled ankle boots, and for
