Heels will be the death of me.

I bought a pair of ankle boots last year. They are black with a small heel, comfortable and stylish, so they seemed to be a practical purchase (price tag aside)! BUT this is where everything falls apart. After only the second wear, the heel came off ENTIRELY, forcing me to buy another pair of shoes in the middle of the day. I get them fixed at the shoemaker, and shortly after that, the OTHER heel started falling off. Fine! I really should walk more gracefully, instead of marching and running all the time, but that leads to a more complicated issue of being punctual and giving myself extra time to get to places. It's just easier to get my shoes fixed and deal with personal improvements later. Anyway, I get them fixed and the shoemaker did a bad job, so they had to be fixed again and it was fine after that. For the reason that I drag my heel as I walk and that I step into anything that my heel can get itself into - I stumble a lot (at this point, "a lot" is an understatement).

Getting to my death story, I was crossing the street this morning (major intersection of downtown Toronto during morning traffic), and my heel gets stuck in the black goo used on roads to fill up cracks. So there I was, in the middle of the intersection, immobilized because of my heel...The lights were about to turn and having zero luck with wiggling out of the goo to free my heel, I was forced to slip out of my shoes and yank them out with my hands. How very lady like! =p I walk the rest of the way to work thinking to myself what a bad morning it's been so far..AND alike most of my stories, things only get better. I was stuck in the elevator with Darth Vadar. This old man who shared an elevator with me seemed like he had trouble breathing, his weezing sounded exactly like Darth. Each breath he took sounded like it was going to be his last one...but he made it to his floor alive and I was happy because the last thing I want is to be in the elevator with a dead man.