#TUESDAY

I just wanted to share this experience with you.

This morning I put on some black wedges that I officially feel comfortable walking around in. I thought it matched my black and white striped shirt very well. 

During my lunch break I noticed my left shoe was starting to come apart when I walked. It was opening and closing, making a clapping noise every time I took a step. I figured I could drag my left foot a little bit and maybe people would think I injured my foot and not notice the back of my wedges coming apart.

I've gotten to know the baristas at the coffee shop down the street from my work. They know my name but I don't know theirs... go me.

There are four of them, all older than me and are extremely sweet. 

I tried not to make any sudden movements while I was in there..  I tried to keep the integrity of my shoe together.

Leaving the coffee shop, one of the baristas was outside smoking a cigarette with his buddies. They were all so nice and asked me how my day was. I smiled and pretended I was very busy and needed to rush back to work.

The attention was on me because I am the likable, polite customer that always comes in with a smile and asks them how their day is going and I was all of the sudden too busy to stop for small talk.

I start walking up the hill, limping like I have a foot injury and all I hear and feel are BOTH of my feet clapping up and down, making noise and detaching themselves more and more.

It was like someone hit the 'mute' button.

The street was silent. The cars were driving by in slow motion and the drivers were crashing into each other carelessly with their jaws dropped and their angry eyebrows scrunched up with disbelief.

I could feel the looks I was getting from behind.. 

Here I am too busy to talk, limping like I have a serious foot injury, trying to drag my feet walking uphill and my shoes are falling apart right before their eyes. 

~drag, clap, drag, clap, drag, clap, spill coffee~

When I got to the top of the hill I stopped to gather myself. 

Okay my shoes are about to fall off and my building is right across the street. If I can make it inside maybe these people can go back to their daily lives and try to move on from this horrific scene.

As I get ready to cross the street I lifted my left foot up to see how much time I had until this wedge decides to finally jump ship. And when I lifted my foot, the wedge stayed on the ground.

It jumped.

I picked up the broken wedge and was now walking with one flat shoe and one tall wedge. 

A true reason to limp. 

As I crossed the street I saw a girl who looked my age walking in my direction. As I limp with my broken wedge in my hand I look at her for relief. I smile and smirk like, 

Tuesdays right?!?

She does not laugh. She does not smile.

She doesn't get it.

I finally get inside my office building. 

I am safe. I can hear the street start to move again. 

At work I always take the stairs. I do it for exercise. Even if my shoe is broken.

As I walk up the stairs my right shoe starts to fall off and I burst into laughter.

WHAT IS THIS?!?

Before I could do anything else I stopped to take a picture.

My shoes turned into flats.

I threw my dead wedges in the trash and went back to work.

As I write this my co-worker is drying her shirt with paper towels from spilling soy sauce all over her chest.

#tuesdays