Stupid Sandals...

Hang around me for any period of time and you will realize something: I hate shoes. I only wear them when the situation demands it; most of the time you will find me in my well-worn Birkenstocks. Until today, that is. I was out on a walk, and I stubbed my toe on an elevated section of sidewalk. At first I thought it was no big deal, but then I looked down and saw a cut running across the front of my right foot's big toe. Oops. I was a few blocks from home, so the first thing I did was whip out my cell and call to inform my sister to have bandages and antiseptic ready. Let me tell you, walking three blocks in a puddle of sticky blood that is slowly collecting in your shoe SUCKS! By the time I got home, my foot was covered in blood. It looked like I had been shot in the foot. I cleaned and dressed the cut (ok, my mom did), then attempted to save my favorite pair of shoes. Alas, the blood had soaked into the sole. I had to throw them away. Stupid sandals. I love them, but if I had worn real shoes, this never would have happened...