She calls me into the bedroom last night, after receiving a bunch of packages from UPS yesterday.
"Do these shoes look OK?" She poses her left foot forward, then her right.
"They look fine."
"Which one looks better?"
I look. "Are you being serious right now? They're the same shoe."
"No, this one has stitching around the side, and this one doesn't."
I squint. "They're both black shoes, there's nothing wrong with my eyes, there's only about 6 feet from my eyes to those shoes, and from here I can't tell the difference."
"Yeah, but which one looks better?"
"Do these shoes look OK?" She poses her left foot forward, then her right.
"They look fine."
"Which one looks better?"
I look. "Are you being serious right now? They're the same shoe."
"No, this one has stitching around the side, and this one doesn't."
I squint. "They're both black shoes, there's nothing wrong with my eyes, there's only about 6 feet from my eyes to those shoes, and from here I can't tell the difference."
"Yeah, but which one looks better?"