Preparations

Shoe Shopping

"So, you're getting married in two months...." Erin smiled as she drove herself and Linda to the shoe store. "How are you feeling?" She asked in a mock-reporter voice.
Linda laughed and played along. "Well, Erin, I'm actually kinda freakin' out."
"It's daunting, I know. But I know my brother, and all we've heard since he met you is how wonderful you are, and how pretty you are, and all your good assets. Ass being the operative syllable."
The blonde laughed. "He's so sweet.... And horny..."
"Believe me, he thinks, and I quote, 'asking Linda to marry me was the best thing I've ever done'." Erin looked over at a blushing Linda.
"You can tell him that saying yes was the best thing I've ever done!" She sighed contently, then asked Erin, "when you got married, did you feel terrified and thrilled at the same time?"
"Completely. That is completely normal." Erin parked the car and the girls got out. "What shoes are you looking for?"
"I dunno. I don't know if I want a heel, a flat, or what. And that's why I don't usually come to stores without some sorta idea in my mind. I'd go nuts buying stuff I don't need!"
Erin smiled and headed towards the isle with her size.
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Half an hour later, Linda had tried on fifteen different pairs of shoes. She sighed as she looked at all the boxes she had gotten out.
"Do you need any help?" The sales assistant asked.
"Yes! I can't decide which ones to buy! And these may be the most important shoes of my life!" She exaggerated.
"What occasion are you gonna where them for?"
"My wedding! And I can't decide which pair to get! I don't know if I should get a heel or a flat or fancy sandals!"
"Hmm... how tall is your fiancé?"
"5'10."
"And you?"
"5'6."
"Can you walk in a four inch heel?" She wondered as Linda laughed.
"Pfft. Are you kidding? I can barely walk on my own two feet!" She laughed again. "I'm just kidding. Three and a half is my heel limit."
After a lot of questions form the sales person, Linda finally decided on a strapy kitten heel with little jewels adorning the straps. She payed for them and thanked the sales lady for helping, then she and her soon to be sister-in-law headed to the tailors.
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Danny sighed. "Listen, lady. All she wants is a refund. A lousy forty bucks. Why are you so bent outta shape here?"
"She was rude!" The cashier, Bertha, complained. "Coming in here, demanding the money!"
"Look, it's all very simple," the officer of three years said. "You apologize for being rude, you give her the money, you forgive and forget, yadda yadda yadda."
The customer and Bertha stared at each other.
"Go ahead." Danny urged.
"Go ahead what?" The customer asked.
"Go ahead and apologize."
"No!"
Danny groaned mentally. "Look, I can write you both up on charges for insulting a police officer."
"You can't do that! Can he do that?"
"He's an NYPD Officer. He can do whatever he wants." Another customer said.
Danny smiled at her. "See? Now apologize."
"Sorry." The first customer said, very annoyed. 
"Here's the d@mn money," Bertha slapped it into her hand, and the customer stormed off.
"Thanks," Danny smiled at the second customer. "Getting your dress altered?"
"Yes. It's soo pretty! You should totally see it!"
"Not before the wedding. Cause, as you know, babe, that's bad luck."
Linda rolled her eyes. "Fine!" She smiled and gave Danny a quick kiss. "I gotta go. Have fun settling arguments!"
"Ha ha. Love you."
"Love you more," Linda called as she walked away.
"Love you most!"