One day I took several pairs of shoes to the shoemaker to be mended. After a week I went to take them back. Four months later, my husband and I were invited to dinner. I took out a pair of shoes. I hadn't worn them since they were mended. I put one shoe on my right foot, and then I put the other on my left. But I felt that the other one was on the wrong foot. I took both shoes off for a closer look. They were nearly the same style  , color and size, but each was for the right foot. Then I thought of the shoemaker. Though I was sure he wouldn't remember me after such a long time, I called him.  "Thank goodness you called me at last!"  He said happily.  "An angry woman has been troubling me for months!" How many pairs of shoes did the woman take to the shoemaker to be mended?
One shoe. Two pairs of shoes. Only three shoes. Some pairs of shoes.