It was a Sunday morning and we had just arrived at church. I was unsuspectingly walking along and all of the sudden about half way between the car and the building, I felt an odd sensation...the foot bed of my right shoe had come unglued from the heel!! "Flop...flop...flop..." with every step..."My shoe is broken! Oh NO!!" I was completely shoemiliated...
Mama acquired a rubber band from Pastor to put around the heel and foot bed to hopefully hold them together...The rubber band was indeed a gift from one of my favorite knights in shining armor, but unfortunately it did no good, my shoe still said "Flop...flop...flop..." with every step I took. I had to gingerly stand up for the singing of the hymns etc.
After the service I just took my shoes off...I was not going to flop around on that dilapidated shoe!!
I was thoroughly embarrassed...though I doubt hardly anyone noticed. I did however explain my shoelessness to a few people...
At any rate, Daddy latter used some super-duper heavy duty glue to glue it back together...so I'll probably get many more wears out of them!!