The Story of a Sad Shoe Shopper

I am a huge fan of shoes. I like ones in inappropriate colors best of all. With summer fast approaching I thought I'd try my feet at some TOMS. Keds are more traditional but the TOMS business plan (I supposed you'd call it that) just makes so much more sense to me.

After a search of the most bizarre patterns and colors I was ready to purchase. I read the quick description as I went to the drop down box to pick my very large shoe size. I was stopped by a single word. A word that most people wouldn't even consider. Wouldn't notice. A word that is inconsequential to something like 99% of the population. And all it said was that the arch support that TOMS lovers adore is made of latex. Latex. I, unfortunately, am not a member of the 99%. I am the allergic other. 

My heart sank at that clump of letter. I want shoes that will give other people shoes. But because of some strange twist in biology I have to choose from the traditional set of summer shoes. Today the world seems less fair. 

Thank you TOMS customer service. I'm glad you were so willing to answer my questions before I bought a pair of life threatening shoes. I will continue to proclaim their awesomeness to all! And may get a pair for my sisters on their birthdays.