My wife went to the local running store without telling me (separate issue that’s being addressed). She comes home all excited and takes out 3 pairs of new running shoes. One for trail, one for roads, and one for “grass”. All have carbon plates and super foam. Pair of custom orthotics for each. Total price….$925. The kicker…she runs 15 miles a week.
I’m heading down there tomorrow and am going to get in the guys face. These running stores are scum. Taking advantage of naive people.
Not all stores are like this. And I get the idea that you go in looking to be guided.
But, I assume your wife is a full grown adult that can actually make decisions. The employee didn't break her arm and take her credit card. Accept the responsibility of her actions. I'm sure you'll get your rocks off Yelping the store and giving a scathing review that makes you feel like big boy.
Dead giveaway was when you said separate issue that’s being addressed. Nice try though.
Listen tough guy. I give my wife a credit card with a $100k limit, but I expect her to have half-a-brain, considering that I am an expert on running and running store scams. So yes, this will be addressed with her tonight.
My wife went to the local running store without telling me (separate issue that’s being addressed). She comes home all excited and takes out 3 pairs of new running shoes. One for trail, one for roads, and one for “grass”. All have carbon plates and super foam. Pair of custom orthotics for each. Total price….$925. The kicker…she runs 15 miles a week.
I’m heading down there tomorrow and am going to get in the guys face. These running stores are scum. Taking advantage of naive people.
How much of a insecure beta loser do you have to be in order to get mad that your wife occasionally goes shopping without you?
Listen tough guy. I give my wife a credit card with a $100k limit, but I expect her to have half-a-brain, considering that I am an expert on running and running store scams. So yes, this will be addressed with her tonight.
Sad part is that you would think any part of this obviously made-up load of crap would have any redeeming value or be the least bit worthy of discussion.
My wife went to the local running store without telling me (separate issue that’s being addressed). She comes home all excited and takes out 3 pairs of new running shoes. One for trail, one for roads, and one for “grass”. All have carbon plates and super foam. Pair of custom orthotics for each. Total price….$925. The kicker…she runs 15 miles a week.
I’m heading down there tomorrow and am going to get in the guys face. These running stores are scum. Taking advantage of naive people.
Hey there fella. I’m the one who sold your wife those shoes. She claimed she was training hard for a 5k marathon and wanted to be competitive. Just doing my job. Tell her to lay off the bon bons and wash those stinky swollen feet. She walked out with three pairs because the test shoes could never be sold as new after being on those feet.
Best part was I helped her with her gait, posture, and mobility for a solid 90 minutes after the store closed. Tehn I stuck returned Pegs in different colors in each box and put the good stuff back on the rack!!
Listen tough guy. I give my wife a credit card with a $100k limit, but I expect her to have half-a-brain, considering that I am an expert on running and running store scams. So yes, this will be addressed with her tonight.
Checking your woman is a lost art. Good for you for keeping her on her toes. 😉
Dude, please! Stop pretending that you helped this lady and that you even work at a running store.
Here's the truth: Cute married woman comes into the store this afternoon looking to buy some shoes. She tells me that she only jogs about 15 miles a week but, she wants to run a marathon for charity in 2024 and also likes the idea of running on soft surfaces to protect her knees. I enjoy helping beginning runners and since we were a bit slow today since hardly anyone comes in on Black Friday, I decided to take the time to help her.
After we tried on a few pairs and tested them on the treadmill, she started to tell me how much her feet hurt after runs. I suspected that she had a little plantar fasciitis and asked if I could give her a little bit of a foot rub since I am going to massage school. She agreed and I started stroking her arches. Remember that scene in "Pulp Fiction" when Jules and Vinny are talking about how a foot rub can mean different things? She was definitely enjoying the attention that I was administering. A couple of times, I had to stop as she was very vocally appreciating my touch. She giggled as I jokingly said, "Miss! This is a family establishment. You really must control yourself."
Needless to say, we hit it off and she just started telling me about her life. After hearing about the usual family stuff and flirty chit chat topics, it started to take a dark turn. Turns out her spouse is a cheap and controlling dirtbag. She stated that he didn't know that she was out shopping and he probably wouldn't approve of her desire for self-improvement and challenge. He sounds like one of those traditional wife fetishists that wishes for the male dominance, sexism, and racism of the 1950s to come back into style. I felt myself getting furious thinking about how some men treat women like possessions to this day. You could see her eyes welling as she went into detail about this prick's need to dominate her life.
It was getting a little too intense for the store and my lunch break was starting so I invited her to join me for coffee at the Starbucks next door. We chatted for another 45 minutes and as we headed back to the shop, she thanked me and said, "I haven't been out in so long, I forgot what it was like to have a gentleman treat me like I mattered."
Wow! I felt anger and sadness all at once. Such a kind and lovely woman shackled to a man that won't even take her out from time-to-time. She worriedly glanced at her phone and stated that she needed to leave. I rang up her purchase on my employee discount. Before handing her purchases over, I gave her my phone number. I told her, "If you ever need a safe shelter or a shoulder to cry on, please don't hesitate to call me. I'm here for you."
She smiled, wiped away a small tear on her cheek, and simply said, "Thank you. I will."
I shudder to think what sort of abuse her husband is capable of. I hope that she is safe tonight.
Dude, please! Stop pretending that you helped this lady and that you even work at a running store.
Here's the truth: Cute married woman comes into the store this afternoon looking to buy some shoes. She tells me that she only jogs about 15 miles a week but, she wants to run a marathon for charity in 2024 and also likes the idea of running on soft surfaces to protect her knees. I enjoy helping beginning runners and since we were a bit slow today since hardly anyone comes in on Black Friday, I decided to take the time to help her.
After we tried on a few pairs and tested them on the treadmill, she started to tell me how much her feet hurt after runs. I suspected that she had a little plantar fasciitis and asked if I could give her a little bit of a foot rub since I am going to massage school. She agreed and I started stroking her arches. Remember that scene in "Pulp Fiction" when Jules and Vinny are talking about how a foot rub can mean different things? She was definitely enjoying the attention that I was administering. A couple of times, I had to stop as she was very vocally appreciating my touch. She giggled as I jokingly said, "Miss! This is a family establishment. You really must control yourself."
Needless to say, we hit it off and she just started telling me about her life. After hearing about the usual family stuff and flirty chit chat topics, it started to take a dark turn. Turns out her spouse is a cheap and controlling dirtbag. She stated that he didn't know that she was out shopping and he probably wouldn't approve of her desire for self-improvement and challenge. He sounds like one of those traditional wife fetishists that wishes for the male dominance, sexism, and racism of the 1950s to come back into style. I felt myself getting furious thinking about how some men treat women like possessions to this day. You could see her eyes welling as she went into detail about this prick's need to dominate her life.
It was getting a little too intense for the store and my lunch break was starting so I invited her to join me for coffee at the Starbucks next door. We chatted for another 45 minutes and as we headed back to the shop, she thanked me and said, "I haven't been out in so long, I forgot what it was like to have a gentleman treat me like I mattered."
Wow! I felt anger and sadness all at once. Such a kind and lovely woman shackled to a man that won't even take her out from time-to-time. She worriedly glanced at her phone and stated that she needed to leave. I rang up her purchase on my employee discount. Before handing her purchases over, I gave her my phone number. I told her, "If you ever need a safe shelter or a shoulder to cry on, please don't hesitate to call me. I'm here for you."
She smiled, wiped away a small tear on her cheek, and simply said, "Thank you. I will."
I shudder to think what sort of abuse her husband is capable of. I hope that she is safe tonight.
The fact people think these fantasies up just for fun is alarming
Dude, please! Stop pretending that you helped this lady and that you even work at a running store.
Here's the truth: Cute married woman comes into the store this afternoon looking to buy some shoes. She tells me that she only jogs about 15 miles a week but, she wants to run a marathon for charity in 2024 and also likes the idea of running on soft surfaces to protect her knees. I enjoy helping beginning runners and since we were a bit slow today since hardly anyone comes in on Black Friday, I decided to take the time to help her.
After we tried on a few pairs and tested them on the treadmill, she started to tell me how much her feet hurt after runs. I suspected that she had a little plantar fasciitis and asked if I could give her a little bit of a foot rub since I am going to massage school. She agreed and I started stroking her arches. Remember that scene in "Pulp Fiction" when Jules and Vinny are talking about how a foot rub can mean different things? She was definitely enjoying the attention that I was administering. A couple of times, I had to stop as she was very vocally appreciating my touch. She giggled as I jokingly said, "Miss! This is a family establishment. You really must control yourself."
Needless to say, we hit it off and she just started telling me about her life. After hearing about the usual family stuff and flirty chit chat topics, it started to take a dark turn. Turns out her spouse is a cheap and controlling dirtbag. She stated that he didn't know that she was out shopping and he probably wouldn't approve of her desire for self-improvement and challenge. He sounds like one of those traditional wife fetishists that wishes for the male dominance, sexism, and racism of the 1950s to come back into style. I felt myself getting furious thinking about how some men treat women like possessions to this day. You could see her eyes welling as she went into detail about this prick's need to dominate her life.
It was getting a little too intense for the store and my lunch break was starting so I invited her to join me for coffee at the Starbucks next door. We chatted for another 45 minutes and as we headed back to the shop, she thanked me and said, "I haven't been out in so long, I forgot what it was like to have a gentleman treat me like I mattered."
Wow! I felt anger and sadness all at once. Such a kind and lovely woman shackled to a man that won't even take her out from time-to-time. She worriedly glanced at her phone and stated that she needed to leave. I rang up her purchase on my employee discount. Before handing her purchases over, I gave her my phone number. I told her, "If you ever need a safe shelter or a shoulder to cry on, please don't hesitate to call me. I'm here for you."
She smiled, wiped away a small tear on her cheek, and simply said, "Thank you. I will."
I shudder to think what sort of abuse her husband is capable of. I hope that she is safe tonight.
The fact people think these fantasies up just for fun is alarming
I don't know if you are telling the truth or not. It doesn't matter. Would you have been more or less displeased if someone, girlfriend, daughter or wife spent a thousand dollars at Macy's or Nordstrom's? Some people like to shop and buy nice things.