Why are gorgeous shoes so finicky? Sometimes they are perfectly comfortable and agreeable; at other times, they act like bear traps strapped to my feet. And, of course, the day I'm inevitably going to be traipsing around downtown is the day my favorite stiletto wakes up on the bear trap side of the shoe closet. Today was my first day at my summer jobs, which entailed going from one building to another for paperwork, one floor to another for introductions, and one job to another for the sake of variety, while I cursed my shoe choice the entire time. I suppose eight hours in the bear trap shoes will have to suffice for my celebration of National Running Day. Lesson learned? Unlikely.
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