Well, that all went down the drain when I was coming home from work, tried to rush in front of a guy who I figured would walk slowly down the el train stairs, and I ended up doing quite the dance on the stairs. It started off as a fall, but I was too quick for that. All of that jogging up and down my apartment steps like Rocky has made me a little more graceful. So I twirled, and twirled, and twirled until I was completely turned around and holding on to the banister. Butt still not on the ground. Legs still not on the ground. But I'd done a complete 180 trying not to fall. The guy behind me just looked at me. Chivalry is clearly dead because he didn't even ask if I was okay. He just looked down at me like he wanted me to move out of the way.
However, I'm not easily embarrassed. (Otherwise, I wouldn't be typing this blog.) So, I said, "Okay, let's try this again," twirled back around, walked down the rest of the stairs and got home in one piece. After a four eyes joke from my maintenance guy (yup, I've been wearing glasses all day for six days so far courtesy of the Optometrist from Hell's advice) who found himself rather amusing, I went right in the house, took those shoes off and threw them away. I usually donate shoes, but why would I give somebody a pair of shoes that clearly were about to be the reason why I broke my own neck?
If you're thinking about keeping that pair of shoes that you just love but they're out of shape, don't. If you need more than my advice, try "It's time to shoo, shoe."