There's a shoe store in my neighborhood that makes me laugh every time I walk by it.
It's not that the shoes are that bad...
The store's name (I'm saving it) is so ridiculous, that I always find myself making up a story about how the name ever came to be. Most of the time, the stories go something like this:
SHEILA (spoken in the strongest Long Island accent possible): Oh my god Margot...I was at this shoe store the otha day and the sales guy kept fondling my feet. He fitted me in the most delicous pumps...and then he massaged my feet for ten mintues.
Margot...I got so excited, so overwhelmed...I had a Shoegasm.
Yes, that's the store's name. I hope to G-d they only employ verified foot fetishists.