My daughter wanted to raise up a single bed to make room for storage underneath. I knew there was something that would do that so enquired in a shop that sold all sorts of mobility aids.
"Yes", the man said, "We do sell that sort of thing," and he showed me a catalogue. "They are called elephant feet - because of the shape of them," he said. "You put one elephant's foot underneath each leg of the bed and it will raise the bed up several inches."
Excellent I thought so I ordered a set. The man said it would be about a week before they came in.
About a week later whilst in town I thought I'd pop in to see if my order had arrived. It was a terrible day in the middle of winter - the wind was blowing, it was pouring with rain and my umbrella would not stay up.
I pushed open the door to the shop and said to the man at the desk, "I ordered some elephant feet recently and wondered if they are in yet?"
He looked rather puzzled. "Elephant feet?"
"Yes," I said, "I ordered them last week from a man here - it wasn't you though. They are on page 24 of your catalogue."
"Okaaaaay," said the man. "I'll go and check out the back." Off he went. I sat myself down on a chair, straightened my hair and wiped off my glasses. I looked around. The place looked somehow different to how I remembered it. Then, I read some signs on the wall..... I suddenly realised I was in the front office of a firm of accountants!
The man reappeared. Before he could say anything I sheepishly said, "I think I am in the wrong place aren't I?"
"Yes, Madam," he said. "I think you are."
I beat a hasty retreat.
In my defence, the shop I actually wanted was a few doors up and had the same sort of front door and the same type of bow window.
I often wonder if that man thinks of the crazy dishevelled woman who came into the office that day asking for elephant feet.