There are 1,000 universes, seemingly identical in every way. I click the heels of my ruby red slippers three times and transition seamlessly from one universe to the next. The differences between this universe and the last are too minute to spot, so with the belief that the shoes are defective, I go back to Discount Shoe Warehouse and tell them as much. They take back the shoes and issue me a credit.
I return home to find everything the way I remember it.