Where, Oh Where, Has My Lovely Shoe Gone?

This week's everyday idiot is special. It is me.

As I left hurriedly out of class the other day in a rush to reach my mother (who was waiting and relaxing in the car parked in the garage), my right sandal strap broke. And I almost fell. Now having not driven to class often, as I take MARTA our local train station, I was fairly discombobulated in terms of direction. I slapped my foot on its way to find the parking garage and quickly learned I needed to raise my leg high in order to avoid falling. I tried to remain inconspicuous and avoided high traffic areas where students would quickly notice my odd gait. Of course in doing so, I made the path to the car more difficult. I asked many people where the parking garage was and entered many buildings looking for shortcuts. Alas, I finally made it to the car, but not before tripping one more time and coming out of the sandal.

You might be thinking: why didn't she just take off the sandal? Well, its downtown Atlanta. Period.