Last weekend I returned to my home town after a longer period of absence. Quite joyfully I hurried out of the station, ready to start what was sure to be a promising weekend.
But just at the entrance / exit of the station, my heel got stuck in the grate. A sudden jerk backwards made me reel and I practically fell flat on my face, in front of the whole row of waiting taxi drivers.
Cringing with embarrassment I picked myself up and hopped back (the floor was wet and it was raining) to where my shoe was sitting innocently on the ground. Now it would have been embarrassing enough at that point. But when I tried to retrieve my shoe and scurry off, the shoe didn’t budge. It sat tight. What complicated matters was, that the heel was not stuck on firmly. If I broke off the heal, I would not have any shoes for the weekend!
So with a flaming face, I crouched down and ignoring the jibes from the taxi drivers, the annoyed “tss” from commuters jumping over me to reach their trains and the curious looks from passers-by, I gently see-sawed the shoe out of its prison.
How embarrassing!