He says: “Count, I spoke with the lady about you; she comes from a very wealthy family and they need to talk to you. The lady is a bit strange; she’ll probably ask you to come to them.”
“Okay,” I say, I call, make an appointment, and go (I don’t really feel like it, but whatever).

I arrive, ring the bell, the “domestic” comes to open the door: “The gentlemen are waiting for you… please put on the slippers, thank you.”

“NO, look, I’ve never worn various slippers, among other things surely worn by other humans… I’ll be waiting, if necessary, in my office.”

ZiooooooooooBoiaaaaaaaaa, THE SLIPPERS!!!