"Oh.My.God...OH MY GOD!" Callie, a tall, blond, with blue eyes, shouted for the entire street to hear. She was jumping up and down on the spot pointing towards a shop window

"WHAT?" Yelled Sallie over the wild enthusiasm of her identical twin sister.

"Look at those!" Callie pressed her nose against the shop window, staring with awe at a pair of ghastly, pink, stiletto healed, knee high boots. Sallie shook her head wearily, the pink was Ok, but the rest of it, was, well, disgusting! They had definitely over done the, Brittany look, by adding sparkly fluff around the brim.

"I want them!" Callie sighed.

"Well, here's an idea, why don't you bbbbuuuuyyyy them?" Sallie was often amazed at her sister's stupidity, actually, no she wasn't. Sallie kind of expected that from someone who applies too much foundation, and, therefore looks like a porcelain doll, that wears too much mascara.

"Duh! I don't have any money," Callie answered. Suddenly Callie's eyes darted towards the scrawny, greasy haired check out guy, that was trying not to stare at her, and grinned. She stood up straight and flicked her long blond hair, then strode confidently through the door, with Sallie following slowly behind.

Callie walked over to a chair, then flashed a delicate smile at the, attendant. The attendant just stared back, looking goofy. Could she really be looking at him? He decided he better do something, after five minutes of staring, and walked up to the young lady, of around 16.

"May I-I h-help you m-miss?" He asked timidly.

"Yes please-Sir-, I would like to try on the boots displayed in the window please, I'm a size eight."

The attendant smiled nervously, his blood shot and watery eyes glanced towards the shop window, then shortly afterwards his brain directed his feet to move in that direction.

Callie pulled out her compact mirror from her pink leather handbag. Just as she thought, absolutely drop dead gorgeous, as normal, not a hair out of place. Unlike her sister. Sallie's hair was pulled back into a rough bun, her jeans had holes in, and she had only put mascara on!

With much effort, the greasy haired adolescent, name badge reading 'Frederick,' directed himself back to the gorgeous lady, and sister.

Carrie graciously took the shoes from his sweaty fingers to put them on. They fitted like a dream.

"Would y-you like to b-buy them m-miss?" Callie's head snapped up to meet the gaze of Fred, then smiled sadly. To Sallie's dismay, Fred smiled back, showing off his huge, grungy braces, with what were now, brown, bands. She forced back the temptation to gag.

"Oh NO!" Callie cried, mocking despair, "I have no money." A tear slid down her cheek, Sallie was amazed it didn't take the 1 inch thick foundation off with it.

The naïve attendant, called Fred, stuffed his hands in his pocket. "Miss, you can 'ave 'em f-for f-free if you like." He had not noticed the price tag, then he added, "-If you might give me y-your phone number."

Callie smiled and pulled a pink pad of scented paper and pen from her handbag. "There you are," she said as she handed him the piece of folded paper, then walked quickly out of the shop, in her new boots, the others placed some how in her small handbag.

"You didn't really give him your number did you?" Sallie asked, quite shocked that her sister had even considered it, she didn't usually go for ugly guys.

"DUH, course not."

"Well, what did you give him?"

Fred's head snapped up, and his eyes opened wide. He was sitting at the counter with the receipt still in his clenched fist, those boots cost $229! At least he got the phone number. Fred lifted the scented paper to his nose, and breathed in its sweet perfume. He then carefully unfolded it. It read...

' 0-0-0, thanks SUCKER!'

He would treasure it forever!

An hour passed by and Callie's bladder was feeling full. Those two free cappuccinos had taken their toll on her. She remembered the man who bought them for her, My Gosh he was UGLY! They were walking in the park, and it was along way from the nearest bathroom.