Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Cinderalla

Husband and I went to a lovely wedding this past Friday.  It was in a rustic barn, with beautiful lights strung throughout.  Unfortunately, the invitation did not mention the hazards of wearing heels.  Drink in hand, I started out across the slatted floor.  Immediately, my heel gets stuck between the boards.  Not a real big deal as I was able to get my foot free without too much embarrassment.  I collect my self, relived that I handled the situation, only to take one more step and completely get my other heel stuck.  This time, I spill my drink and for the life of me, can not get my shoe unstuck.  All of this with the wedding guests watching me completely fumble around trying to rectify the situation. Then some very kind stranger leaps to my rescue and manages to free my shoe while I am standing there barefoot and completely humiliated.  He was a gentleman, but I was so embarrassed that I grabbed my shoe and could only muddle a quick thank you.  Moral of the story: Don't wear heels to a barn wedding and know that there are still Knights in Shining Armor who will rescue a damsel in distress.