Stuck

I apologize for not writing yesterday and for doling out some pretty brief posts as of late. I'm being a bad blogger. Also, I've been spending a lot of time trying to get back into "school mode" since I officially start back one week from today. I still have a zillion and one things I want to get done beforehand and I've been running around like a mad woman trying to make that happen.


I was very good this morning and went to the dentist, despite the fact that I'm desperately afraid of going. But look Ma, no cavities. I got my haircut afterwards and I'm not ashamed to throw out that I proudly go to Supercuts. You can walk in at anytime, any day and they can usually fit you in and you can get a great job done for like twenty bucks. Works for me. 


Afterwards I decided to poke around Marshall's since I absolutely love their Shoe Megashop. I was browsing through the clearance section when an interesting pair caught my eye. They were black, leather and some kind of strange hybrid of both boot and sandal. I couldn't decide if they were cool or hideous, but I decided nonetheless to try them on. Big mistake...


The back of these "bandals" had those hot zippers, what my friend Ipsi calls "the S&M" look. What didn't occur to me was that these shoes were on clearance due to faulty zippers. They went up but they sure as heck did not come down. At first I thought it was because I was standing up and I just needed to sit and apply more force. No dice. I tried to pull my feet out of them without unzipping them also to no avail. I started to feel a bit panicky that I would never get these weird things off my feet, especially since I decided they were more on the hideous side of things. There were two women browsing the racks directly in front of me and I tried to stay cool so they wouldn't suspect what my only recourse was. 


I had to bust out of the shoes. The zippers only moved a teensy bit since the tracks and teeth had gotten all wonky. I pulled each one up as high as I could, reached in through the gap between the tracks and yanked with all my might. Pop for one and then the other. Freedom! 


I slipped back into my shoes which were thankfully zipper-free and hid the broken "bandals" on a low shelf where hopefully no unsuspecting woman attempts to try them on!


Moral of the story - let weird looking shoes on clearance lie or walk softly and carry a big pair of pliers.