Bad Shoe Day
If there is such a thing called “Bad Hair Day” then there should also be a “Bad Shoe Day”. A bad shoe day was what I experienced yesterday. Crap!
Thank gawd for manong Facilities and his bottle of gooey-sticky-shoe saving rugby!
Luckily, when the disaster striked, I was already at the front door of the office and then that was where I realized I had a Haiti sized dilemma. The guards pointed me straight to the Facilities office to get my shoe fixed. Thankfully, it got fixed but I was stuck all day smelling like rugby.
The shoe is still under critical condition but I do not have time to get it to the shoe hospital, Mr. Quickie. Wait lang shoe ha, box rest ka lang anay. Hehehehe