EMBARRASSING MOMENTS . . . .

My daughter and I were going to Ikea (for the umpteenth time!) and when I got dressed I located a pair of slacks to wear that hadn’t fit for a while (yippee!) which prompted me to locate a pair of shoes other than my usual black loafers. A nice looking pair of brown Easy Spirit that were a few years old, but only worn a few times. I was lookin’ snazzy (or so I thought!).

After putting on the shoes and walking around a bit, I found some dark dirt following me. I looked at the bottom of the shoes and thought I must have gotten dirt on them the last time I wore them; swept it up and left the house.

After getting to Ikea and walking a while, it felt like there was something sticking to the inside of my right heel – a quick check showed no such thing – but after a few more steps that just didn’t feel right, I picked up my foot and looked at the bottom – and part of my heel was gone! W H A A A T? I told my daughter, we shook our heads and shrugged our shoulders and trudged on. A few minutes later my right foot felt flat. When I looked behind me there was a huge chunk of my shoe – the rest of my heel and part of the front sole - laying on the floor behind me!
We were shocked, but also got a bad case of the giggles. I felt like a total dork! But I kept on – what choice did I have?
The farther we went in the store, the more shoe parts I left behind, and the left shoe also began breaking down. Another large chunk – the left heel this time. Next time I looked, the fronts were beginning to crack so I was trying not to walk any farther than need be – sort of scouting out the terrain ahead and sneaking through the aisles in a more direct route to the checkout aisles and keeping very flat-footed.
I managed to get outside – to find the rain had set in! My daughter went to pull the car around so my feet wouldn’t get wet and we scrubbed the rest of our shopping day to go straight back to her place. I helped unload the car and tracked more shoe parts around her house. When I got home I took off what was left of the shoes – and here’s what they look like now!

I’ve got another pair with similar soles, also older and unworn, so I’m going to get them out and wear them around the house and see what happens! My husband says they dry-rotted from non-use! Who knew!?!?
I guess I am a dork, telling stupid stories on myself, but I just had to share yet another embarrassing moment with you! This did prompt lots of laughter and tears on the way home, since I then had to tell my daughter the stories of the toilet paper and the train!
She may be reconsidering asking her mother to shop with her again!