A little background info: For some reason, in November I became obsessed with Uggs. I told Jared I HAD to have some. They look so comfy and warm, and I think they are adorable (I realize some of you disagree, but I like 'em). Anyways, being the sweet husband he is, Jared spoiled me this Christmas and bought me my uggs, lets be honest it was not a cheap purchase. They have been everything I had dreamed of...and more! I LOVE MY UGGS. I want to wear them all the time. Though I don't do it often, I wore my beloved uggs to work today.
Now the actual point of this story: This is where it is important to remember what I do for a living. I work at an elementary school in a program for autistic children. WHAT WAS I THINKING?!?!?!?!?!? First, I took one of my little boys to lunch, and he almost dropped spaghetti sauce on them...twice. Disaster averted thanks to my amazingly catlike reflexes. Then tragedy struck. During the course of drawing on a whiteboard with one of my students, the dry erase marker made contact with my shoe. Not just an inconspicuous dot, a dark brown inch long line in the center of my shoe. Luckily one of the girls I work with has a husband who owns a dry cleaners. I decided I didn't want to wait until Monday to try to save my shoes, so....
Where the situation gets sticky: I don't have spare shoes at my work or in my car. I gave her my shoes at work (she was nice enough to come get them from me in my car since it was pouring rain). So I drove home barefoot, no problem right? Well, I get to my apt. complex, pull into the parking garage, sprint to the elevators so no one sees my naked feet, and hop on. My heart sinks as the elevator ascends only one floor then stops (I live another 5 floors up), and I can hear people yelling. An Indian couple gets on, and sees that I have already pushed the floor they need, and then proceed to continue their argument. They are standing on either side of me and continue to scream (no exaggeration) at one another in another language, and I am thinking to myself, "Self, this is the most awkard situation you have EVER been in"... but I was wrong. Amist the arguing, I had forgotten about the bare feet, and they hadn't noticed. Then the wife stops her yelling and just stares at my feet. The husband stops yelling to see what she is looking at, and they both stare at my feet, then me, then my feet, and you get the point. I think they both forgot what they were arguing about. It was like that for 4 floors, and our elevator is SLOW, it was the LONGEST 15 seconds of my LIFE! The elevator finally opens and I ran as fast as I could to my apartment. So embarrassing.
The moral: There are a few. Have a spare set of shoes in the car. Don't wear expensive shoes to work if you work with children. Ride elevators barefoot in the middle of winter, you never know how many fights you can stop and marriages you can save. I like to think I would have made Dr. Phil proud if he had been there.