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