Abi, Joanna and I decided to walk to Starbucks today. I wasn't wearing good walking shoes but Hollene was sweet enough to lend me a pair of hers. I'm not sure what made me think her wedge thong sandals would be more comfortable than my wedge, non toe-severing sandals, but it made perfect sense at the time.
It was drizzling and there was a breeze at our backs as we made our way across the bridge. I ordered a latte with a shot of almond, extra hot because by the time the coffee makes it across the wind tunnel that is known as the Osborne Street Bridge it's usually just the right temperature for ultimate enjoyment.
As we headed back we noticed the breeze was more in the range of gale force winds directly from the north. The wind, in combination with the shoes had me shuffling along like a two-toed sloth. My neon green umbrella, held at a 45 degree angle in front of me, acted as a hazard sign to on coming pedestrians. Just as we passed the Shell station my left ankle rolled and a string of expletives fell out of my mouth. As my faithful readers know, I never curse. My mouth is so clean I could wash my hands in it (I think that metaphor sounded better in my head). I don't know if Abi and Joanna heard me, but they did stop and turn around to see me standing there in the rain with latte splatter on my pants, jacket, dripping off my hand; my umbrella turned inside out; sniffing because my nose is no longer stuffy but running constantly; and, as Abi described it, displaying the saddest look you ever saw on my sweet little face. I think the first thing I did was look at my right hand which was carrying my wallet and realized with grand disappointment that I didn't have my camera with me so I couldn't get someone to take a picture for the blog (if I was going to have to own the experience I at least wanted to share as much of it with the world as possible). Abi ran and grabbed me a stack of napkins from the gas station convenience store (it lived up to its name!). I am now back and mostly dry. I returned Hollene's shoes and left her a sticky note on them to thank her for lending them. There's a lesson to be learned in this somewhere. I think I know what it is.
3 comments:
At least there were no exploding eggs involved.
Hehe, I think the egg incident would be the last time I swore too.
I just replayed the incident in my head. What was I thinking with the shoes?! I wasn't. But all I can do is laugh. It could only have been better if a bus had gone by and drenched me.
The jacket is black and seems to be stain proof and the pants were dark blue and didn't show the coffee once it dried. No permanent damage, just another day in the life of Jill.
Walk a mile in a sister's shoes and wear coffee?
Eats shoots and leaves?
H'lo?
Kat
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