It’s a chilly Melbourne morning as I reluctantly drag myself out of bed. Fumbling around in the dark I get dressed into the warmest items I can find.
>> Fast forward to half an hour later >>
I’m standing at the train station validating my ticket when the realisation hits me
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. Something is wrong! :eek:
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. Something is missing! :eek:
I discreetly start the clothing check pat down:
Underpants – check
Bra – check
Shirt – check
Jeans – check
Jumper – check
Well I’m not naked – whatever it is can’t be that bad.
I glance at the station window, using it as a mirror.
Yes everything matches; nothing is on backwards or inside out….
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Then
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There on my feet
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. FLUFFY PURPLE SLIPPERS
At that very moment the train arrives, no time to go home and change them.
So I sit here at work in my fluffy purple slippers.
It may not look pretty.
It may not look professional.
But at least my feet are warm
Similar thing happened to my ex-roommate. She’d had an injury that made one of her legs feel funny, so she went around all day, wondering why people were looking at her strangely, and why the people at a store she frequented were being so overly solicitous towards her. She got home and realized she was wearing one sneaker and one riding boot. She’d gone to change into her sneakers, got distracted, and forgotten to change the other one.
Similar thing happened to my ex-roommate. She’d had an injury that made one of her legs rather numb, so she went around all day, wondering why people were looking at her strangely, and why the people at a store she frequented were being so overly solicitous towards her. She got home and realized she was wearing one sneaker and one riding boot. She’d gone to change into her sneakers, got distracted, and forgotten to change the other one.
I’m the plate umpire in an NCAA game. “I sure feel comfortable today”, I tell myself. I’m not too hot, I seem to have good mobility… then it hits me… I never put my shin guards on! One tipped ball off the bat and I’m dead meat. I basically hid behind the catcher for the rest of the game. Thank goodness I remembered my cup and my steel toed plate shoes.
Never happened to me, thank God, but once or twice a year, my dad would come home from work feeling very embarrassed about doing that. Eventually, I think he just started keeping an extra pair of shoes at his office for just such an emergency… My dad can be a bit scatterbrained sometimes.
Even though you said you were wearing jeans, I was picturing a tailored business suit, with attractive blouse, skirt and stockings, ending in huge fluffy slippers
My aunt had a similar experience to fizgig’s friend’s. She got dressed quietly that morning, so as not to wake her husband. On her way downtown, she stumbled and tripped a few times, but thought it ws the lack of coffee and the early start to her day at fault. She got to her job interview, sat down and crossed her legs daintily, then realized she was wearing one navy blue pump with a heel and one black flat.
Goo my boss didn’t even notice - or if he did he’s not saying anything. However I only saw him for 10 minutes before he went out for the day.
I did get some funny looks from my fellow commuters and I can’t wait to see what happens when I go out tonight - I’m taking some friends to see leechboys play. Maybe I will ask him to bring some shoes along and leave them at the ticket desk for me or I could just stand proud in my fluffy purple slippers
