This is an old post that has been sitting in blog purgatory for over 2 months now. As you can see from my lack of blogs, I have not much to write about these days. So with that being said, enjoy reading about my flip flop fiasco that happened one rainy Friday in July….(which ironically starts off with yet another reference to my lack of blogging)
Before I begin typing away about my fip flop fiasco that happened last Friday, I must apologize for the lack of blogging. Life has been busy (to the say the VERY least).
Recently I have been consumed with the stress of finding an apartment. I DIE— BANANAS! Last Wednesday, however, the powers at be (craigslist) presented me with the perfect apartment. The “3 room cozy spacious apartment in Park Slope” (oximoron?!) was posted at 10:15am on a Wednesday. By 3pm that same day, it was mine and by noon on Friday the lease was signed, and this happy girl decided to go shoe shopping! (I mean, what would YOU do after you signed a very expensive lease?!)
After quite a bit of searching, I settled on a pair of black platform 4 inch heals. Considering I am much taller than most boys in this city, this was a very rare purchase- however I was just coming off my high of finding my new apartment and I was on quite the power kick (which obviously warranted some new “power kicks”-budum dum…..!!)
On my way to the cash register I managed to trip on a piece of elevated flooring. My shoes, already pretty wet from the sudden downpour that happened earlier, were pretty old and “POP” went the flop- to the point where it no longer flipped, but just hung out there on my foot, with no functionality whatsoever. My flip flop had broken.
You would think- but SG, you are in a shoe store! Surrounded by hundreds of shoes! But no, SG is a moron and she though to herself- just cab it home in 4 inch heals! Easy enough, right? NOT!
It started raining again and I did not want ruin my new purchase (or look like a whore in 4 inch heals and cut off jean shorts) so I decided to just try keeping the broken flop on for as long as I could- which was not very long. After almost 30 minutes of hobbiling around looking for a cab in the rain, i completely gave up. I took off the broken shoe, and wearing only one crappy flip flop I walked around Union Square (one of the busiest squares in the world) looking for a cab.
Out of the millions of people, one girl did stop to ask if I was OK, and I had to explain to her my situation while she stood there staring at me, then eventually just walked away- only after saying “Well maybe you should buy some new ones”.
Eventually, after 40 minutes (40 minutes!!) of walking in the rain wearing only one shoe, contracting over 50 desises from the dirty sidewalk and being laughed at by a group of high schoolers, I finally found a cab- in which I did a single flip flop sprint to and jumped in while the cab driver laughed at me.
$20 later, and with the thought in my head that a new pair of flops would have cost less, I was home.
SG lunch (7/23):
- Fried rice
- Pink Lemonade