" When I was about age 12, I travelled to my grandma's house who was Slovak. She lived across the Windsor- Detroit Border.
At that time , there was only Tall Girl's shoe store for larger than average feet. The shoes all looked like old lady orthopaedic shoes. Across the river, in Michigan, there was a Payless shoe store. I was in HEAVEN ! I travelled by car across the Ambassador bridge to the awaiting paradise of Payless and found not one, but 8 pair of fashionable girlie shoes. When grandma and I and her friends came back across the border, the customs agent said - Anything to declare ? At that time, you had to pay duty on anything you bought on a day trip. Before grandma could say " no"- I wiggled out of my old worn size 12 shoes and proudly displayed my feet out the passenger window for the female customs lady approval. I joyfully said - Yes ! I bought EIGHT pairs of shoes at Payless shoe store. I wear Size 12 and I cant find anything pretty that size in Canada. The agent, much to my grandmas surprise , smiled and replied- I wear Size 11 myself. You did good ! Have a great day. That is my big feet story."