Ha Ha Ha, My uncle Paul told me about my mom’s strange experience while shoe shopping. I was on the floor laughing my head off! So here’s the story…..My mom drove to the local shoe store to get some new shoes for work. I was just a toddler at the time. My brother and my uncle and grandma climbed into the car. I was in the back seat with my stuffed animal on my lap to keep me occupied.Now in those days you got full service at the shoe store. Your feet measured, length and width. We all sat down next to mom and listened and watched as the shoe salesman help my mom pick out a pair of appropiate shoes. That day she had on a dress and was wearing a pair of slip on pumps. The salesman knelt down in front of mom and slipped off one of her shoes to measure her foot. All of a sudden the salesman’s eyes popped with a look of surprize and he did a doubletake at my mother’s foot. We all leaned over to see what he was looking at and there it was, an eyeball the size of a nickel staring back at us from the top of my mothers foot. There was a moment of silence and no one moved an inch. No one said a word. My mother leaned over and experienced the cold stare of the emotionless eyeball lodged underneath her stocking.Then as if all were of the norm the salesman continued to measure her foot and swiftly went to the back room to get the correct size. He slipped the shoe onto her foot careful not to disturb the eyeball. He was a little hesitant but after a deep breath slipped off her other shoe so she could try on both. Sold to the three eyed woman!!!Apparently one of the eyeballs from my stuffed animal found its way into my mother’s stocking. Now can you imagine that. How did everyone keep a straight face?