The other day I was walking out of the library with the Persnickety Hooch, and we chatted by her car for a second before I went to mine so I could be home free for the day. Mind you, we’ve actually had a run of okay weather in the wintery north, so there’s patches of no snow on the ground. I had to walk over an island in the middle of the parking lot to get to my car, so I picked the least snowy/least muddy looking spot and tried to cross.
Danger, Will Robinson, danger!
So the island is at a slight downhill slope and not quite narrow enough to jump across. That means I have to take one step in the dirt to get safely to the other side.
Right. No problem. Uh huh.
I take that one step in the least snowy/least muddy spot.
And I sink straight down and start sliding through the muck. Oh, holy shit. I made an awkward, desperate kind of bouncy leap to the other side.
And my shoe doesn’t come with me. It made a sickening suction noise, but it was firmly embedded in the sludge. I also don’t make the other side, so my sock goes into the mud, too.
I turn, standing on the cement ledge surrounding the island and stare at my shoe with my mouth hanging open. So there I am in the middle of the parking lot, hovering on one foot and hurrying to rip my filthy sock off so it doesn’t seep through and get my foot yucky, too.
Meanwhile the Persnickety Hooch is staring at me with a dumbfounded expression on her face like she can’t believe I just did all this in the five seconds since we stopped talking. She asks if I’m okay as I reach down to extract my poor shoe from the ick, and I just hold it up for her to see.
Then I put the shoe on with no sock and gather what little remained of my dignity for the short walk to my car. I can only say, thank God I had nowhere else to go that day but home…and I have never been more grateful that I put rubber floor mats down in my car so I didn’t get crap all over my carpet.
I won’t bother to describe how much fun it was to clean my shoe, but it was kind adding insult to injury at that point.
And in solidarity with my favorite show, Supernatural, here’s a funny snip in which Sam lost his shoe, too. I think I made the same pouting face that he does at the end.
LMAO! I think you handled that with dignity. If it had been me, somehow I would have ended up on my butt in the mud…and there would have been a cute guy walking by at the time.
by R.G. Alexander February 22nd, 2008 at 9:25 amIf there was a cute guy, I didn’t notice him. I tucked my chin and refused to look. I didn’t wanna know.
by Crystal Jordan February 22nd, 2008 at 9:50 amI probably shouldn’t be laughing….
by feisty February 22nd, 2008 at 10:48 amWhy not? I called RG right after it happened and howled. (While driving home with my filthy sock turned inside out and balled up in my purse)
by Crystal Jordan February 22nd, 2008 at 10:49 amWow….and then you fell the next day! Looks like you escaped fate here and then karma turned around and kicked you anyway.
Hope you feel better!
by Ericka Scott February 23rd, 2008 at 8:56 pm