Last night at work, I was humming along nicely around 7pm, thrilled to be on day six of a long week headed to three days off starting at 12:30am. The store was busy, I had about ten players and after work cigs were selling well. I came around the corner coming behind the counter and my right shoe felt like it was falling off. I thought my shoe lace had come untied. I bent down to deal with it and found the entire rubber sole of the shoe was disengaged from the leather upper, save for the area around the toes. Bummer. That's when I looked at the clock and thought, in Phoebe's voice, "ohhh noooo.", I'll never make it. I rushed to the office and attempted staples, which I had little faith in, but I had to try...and rubber bands. Two steps and I knew this would not work. I had a momentary flash of panic, then I took a deep breath and called Amber, left a message. Called Jenn, didn't bother leaving a message. Called Willie. In the ten plus years I have known him, every time I have called him in need, he delivered. Every time. He got a ride with a kid across the street who has adopted us and brought me my Danskos within the hour. In the meantime, my other angel, Amber called to see what I needed. She has also never failed to answer my call, bless her great big heart. I was happy to tell her she did not need to interrupt her evening. History tells me every day it is a waste of time to worry about anything and I am not alone on this journey.
When I got home, Willie and I laughed about it and I told him the story of my high heel breaking on the cruise to Mexico in 1995. I had been thinking about that trip as I dragged around my flopping shoe till Willie and Tyler arrived to save the day.
Have a wonderful day!
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