I keep a handy little shoehorn in the drawer under my mudroom bench for quick and easy access while I'm sitting to put my shoes on. Today was no exception, and I was delighted, as always, with how well this very basic, simple device works. After putting on my right shoe, I reached down to the floor (same color as the shoehorn) to pick up the little plastic spoon for the next shoe, but it wasn't there. I bent over and reached around under the bench, wondering how it might have got that far away from me without being able to locomote on its own, but it wasn't there.
Dallas using the mudroom bench to see who's at the door |
It was sitting snugly and comfortably in the back of my right shoe, making itself completely un-feel-able! What a silly ding-bat I am! I probably left it there on purpose so I didn't stand on it and crack it.
This also happened, but not to me - what are the chances?
P.S. No one was injured in the documenting of these incidents.
3 comments:
Perhaps you are living in a vortex!!!!1!
Ha! Ha! I have my own shoe horn story to share! My brother asked if our father had any shoe horns. "Yes, he has a very nice long one that he used all the time, I will ship it to you." Just yesterday he told me I shipped it to "Big Craig". Well at least I had "my" Craig's last name correct, but since "Big Craig" lives a few houses down, I took his house number by accident! How funny, two senior moments around shoe horns! Maybe it's a shoe horn revolt! I couldn't believe it when I read your post! LOL!
Oh, Wendy! What a story :-)
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