High Class In Borrowed Shoes

I love high heels...always have. That being said, I only choose ones that are comfortable and if I can't play soccer in them, I don't buy them. There's nothing worse than being out and feeling like you have knives strapped onto the bottoms of your soles and you'll die if you have to take one more step. When I was young (and foolish) I had a pair of 7" stilettos that tried to murder me on a daily basis...by the end of most nights I was carrying them. But hey, they looked hot......

Today, when I was in the throws of my insanity and rushing around, two women entered the crosswalk in front of me, forcing me to stop and wait for them. And oh my, what a show. One entered the crosswalk, the other attempted to. She would've looked very nice if she'd just been standing there....unfortunately she had to walk and that blew the entire image and it quickly went from Vogue to Barnum and Bailey. She was staggering like a drunk, as the heels were too much for her to handle. I sat, grinning to myself, as she tried to navigate her footwear from one side of the street to the other. Have you ever seen a tightrope walker? Pretty much summed things up. Ladies, if you can't get from the curb to the street then you're probably not in footwear - they're called stilts at this point. Please, do yourself (and others waiting for you to cross the street) a favor...buy shoes that you can actually operate. Or have the common courtesy to do what I used to do, pull those suckers off and run across the street in your stockings. It's the only way.