I went to get coffee, and was rushing to get through the cross walk before a car hit me, when in some strange, magic juju of sweaty feet, slightly too big shoes, stupid luck and physics, I lost one of my favorite shoes.
Into a storm drain.
I mean, seriously? HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN?
Here's a dramatic re-enactment of the events.
|crossing on cross walk|
|hey is that my shoe coming off?|
|oh no whats happening here omg|
|OMG THERE'S A CAR COMING WHERE ARE YOU GOING SHOE|
I somehow walked with enough swing that I kicked my shoe off and into the drain. And I was so freaked out by the oncoming car and the oncoming, hi-five demanding homeless guy and just all around so embarassed that I didn't even check to see if I could fish it out.
And really, wow, my first instinct when I saw that homeless dude come at me with his arm out stretched was to throw my coffee on him and scream. But then I remembered that I was only in Old Town. And he was motioning me to hi-five him as he laughed. And I had just paid $5 for that latte. So we hi-fived and he walked on his way, laughing. And I felt like a scummy Elitist because what I cared more about was slapping hands with the homeless dude, not about stepping on stones or glass with my bare foot.
So, I hobbled back to the office, terrified that the homeless dude might be following me, and I made a make-shift shoe out of paper towels.
But, you made a homeless dude laugh. And you gave me an awesome story.
It was a good death.