There is a table in the kitchen in my office where people leave “stuff for the taking.” Normally these are books that have shown up at the agency that no one has any use for any more. They could be old travel books that have since been updated, or just a random assortment of uncorrected proofs. Today there were a pair of shoes on this table. They were very specific shoes. Pumps (I think). Rather large. Certainly bigger than the average woman’s size of 7 1/2. And fancier than most women in my office would wear to work. I’ve been wondering all day about the story behind how these shoes wound up on the giveaway table.