Trauma!
Since Toronto is pretty much the 8th Ring of Hell today, I decided to keep my feet sweat-free by wearing thong sandals. My work doesn't really have a dress code, thank jeebus.
Well that was all fine and good until the strap started to break over lunch hour. Now it's just hanging by a thread.
I have no other footwear with me, of course, and I have to go to the grocery store after work.
I have just spent the last 5 minutes stapling my shoe together. Yes, I am hanging my head in shame right now.
Well that was all fine and good until the strap started to break over lunch hour. Now it's just hanging by a thread.
I have no other footwear with me, of course, and I have to go to the grocery store after work.
I have just spent the last 5 minutes stapling my shoe together. Yes, I am hanging my head in shame right now.
posted by Miss Thistle at 1:37 PM
8 Comments:
Oh dear. I think I've had a nightmare like that.
That's just Jesus punishing you for wearing opened toe shoes at work.
Wow. Staples. How Britney Spears of you.
HAHAHA! The gay guys are making fun of your shoe problem!
Oh sweetie, sorry to hear about the shoe drama. I only had really bad drama beyond fashion police -- my zipper split and my dress went in half -- during the middle of my GREs as an undergrad in university. It was horrid!
That suuucks, AG!
I made it home in one piece, thankfully. Staples are soooo my new BFFs.
I wear flip flops to work too, I dont buy the cheap ones that break though!
Flip flops can never make up their mind! Tee hee hee.
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