I can't generalize women as the only species with an unexplained fixation for shoes. I have male friends who have more number of shoes than the number of months in a year. This post is not an in-depth study into the psyche behind the love for shoes. Instead it is an anecdote from a friend which features shoes and also a woman.
My friend accidentally comes across a good deal in a moving sale. The seller was moving from the city for reasons unknown and he was selling whatever he couldn't carry with him. The table on the sale catches the attention of my friend. Prima facie, the table is in good condition. Fearing trickery behind the intention to sell this item, my friends examines it, re-examines it and again re-examines it. There is nothing wrong with the table. So, he closes the deal.
If you are wondering about the main theme of the post, I urge to be patient. The woman is about to appear now. Now, my friend has a tiny problem. He cannot transport the table alone. So, what does he do? He calls his girlfriend, our woman. He breaks the news about the new acquisition. He requests her to come to the location of sales in order to help him transport the table. She is at their home and readily agrees. My friend waits for his girlfriend. She arrives.
This is where the shoes comes into picture. She is here to transport a table which means walking with a heavy object. And what shoes did she chose for this occasion? She is wearing a high heeled shoe; a stiletto heel to be precise! My friend underplays his emotions when he sums up his situation with the following statement. "What the hell? She has a closet full of shoes. And this is the only one she could pick up!".