I tried some boots on in Zara at the weekend. God knows why, they weren't particularly nice - maybe I was bored.
Anyway, you know how they display shoes there, all in pairs just like an overpriced Brantano. So there's no need to ask for the right size, you just whip your own shoes off and try theirs on.
I pulled the boot on (it was quite a struggle, but then I am blessed with a large calf). Boot on, I pulled the zip up. As the zip went up, it started to open at the bottom - until the zip was closed at the top, but open all of the rest of the way down....in other words, I was stuck.
So there I am. Stuck in a boot that I don't like, with no idea of how to get it off. Disaster.
So I tugged and pulled and generally went quite red in the face. I twisted and turned and it was going nowhere.
In the end, I had to go and shamefacedly ask the assistant - in French - to cut me out of the bloody shoe. It took a while to find scissors, which were no good. Then the security guard went to get a knife from his locker (the fact that he has a knife in his locker didn't seem to bother/surprise his co-workers).
Anyway, the knife did the trick, and with much embarrassment from me, and applause from the gathered crowd, I was set free.
Yet another shop that I can never go back to.