Talk of the Towns: Spare me the embarrassment
I had to drag my foot along all the way up to the third floor before getting my hands on some super glue to sort it out.
THE ladies who attended the Ultimate Dance Fitness Women’s Day event had an absolute blast at the fun-filled morning.
While I was there, snapping photos for the paper, one of the ladies watching the energetic proceedings approached me and said she would have loved to join in but had two left feet which she felt made her dancing a little embarrassing.
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Now, we’ve all had our fair share of embarrassing moments in life – whether its falling off a chair at the office, walking around with your zipper down, or in my case, having your shoe break in a public place.
This has happened to me not once, not twice, but three times already.
The first time was back in school when I somehow managed to detach the sole of my school shoe from its upper, so the front had a sort of floppy, open-mouthed look.
I had to drag my foot along all the way up to the third floor before getting my hands on some super glue to sort it out.
As this was high school, it was a whole other level of embarrassment, dragging my foot around as if I’d been shot, AND in front of my crush…
The second time was at a fancy hotel in Durban last year, where we were celebrating a friend’s birthday.
This time, I was wearing a pair of cork heels.
My cousin and I had just alighted from the car and were walking towards the hotel’s entrance when I tripped, twisting my ankle, and breaking the straps on one shoe.
Once again, I dragged my one foot along the ground (as if it was lifeless), until I got to our table.
Embarrassingly, I was forced to spend the rest of the evening barefoot.
The most recent incident happened just last Sunday.
I was at a hardware store with family and I had on a pair of slops,
I was so busy looking at all the sparkly chandeliers that I managed to trip over my other slop (I still don’t know how) and completely severed one of the straps.
After laughing for a while and trying to hide in an aisle where there were hardly any customers, my sister pointed to some gum boots and said “it’s either that or you’re walking out with nothing”.
So what did I do? I wasted R180 on a pair of pink gum boots.
Moral of the story – because there has to be one after repeatedly going through the same thing – always carry an extra pair of shoes, or at the very least, a bottle of super glue!
This can save you heaps of embarrassment and, in my case, R180 too!
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