Last weekend at the wedding I wore a pair of Timberland shoes, that I think I’ve only worn once before. Apparently they have been sitting in the closet too long as the sole binding just disintegrated. So just as the always emotional speeches were starting I had to walk back to the car in my socks to retrieve a spare pair. Something similar happened to my Father at our wedding in 2000. I don’t remember exactly what I was thinking at the time but I’m sure it was something along the lines of why did he wear those cheap shoes. Shoe karma is a b*tch.
