A Shoe Debacle...

Have you had a favorite menu item at a local eatery? Let's say you've been craving their turkey sub for days and you finally make it in. Wait on the line, your mouth all watery, get to the cook and say in your most anxious voice, "I'll take the chicken salad please!" Of course your mind is so aflutter for your turkey sub you don't realize your error until you get the cashier, one chicken salad... Wait, what did I just do!? NOOO! But by then it's too damn late. Why does this happen? Perhaps your Id just enjoys popping up every now and then screwing you over, like shouting your first girlfriend's petname during intercourse with your wife of 20 years. 

Anyway, this happened to me the other day only (the former and not the latter, thank god) instead of a $5 sammy, it was a $100 pair of running shoes. Since I've been wearing the same pair of shoes for the past 2 years I don't even look in the box, let alone try then on when I purchase a new pair. Of course I get home and prepare for a triumphant run (oh the joys of a new pair of shoes!) when... wait... what the heck are these... green... silver.... wuh? Oh... nuts. 

So in the same week as losing $4000 worth of my stuff that I now have to replace, I spend $200 for a pair of running shoes. Of course this isn't terrible either, I now have a new pair of really, really, really nice work out sneakers and I get to donate 2 pairs of shoes to Africa for fledgling Kenyan runners, and I can take some small amount of credit for helping the next record breaker get the heck out of the Rift Valley and into the global spotlight.