I was happily taking myself to work, when I felt a distinct awkwardness in my right sandal. It felt like my bare foot was hitting the step without the benefit of a shoe. I looked down and saw that the thong between my toes had snapped and I had two halves of one shoe flapping around my naked foot. Seriously? What fresh hell is it when, attempting to walk into the office, I hook the front of my sandal, and it pops apart.
I took my shoe off (the same black sandal that tripped me last April when I fell over the giant flower pot and broke my fingers) and excused my "nekkid toes" as I walked in and sat down in my chair of two days. In an attempt to shod my foot, I asked my boss if he had an super glue. He did not. I showed my sad state of footwear, and we both laughed. My second idea brought me assistance. I called my sister, Julie, who brought me super glue to mend my sandals and an alternate pair of shoes to wear as I waited for the glue to dry. Thank you, JuJu.
It just proves my point that The Rabbit Hole stalks me, waiting, watching for a chance to strike.
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