Irony Impaled My Foot

That might even be a pun. And I hate ambiguously present puns...

Alternate title today is "THE ONE DAMN DAY I WEAR SHOES."

Background information: My feet are generally naked.Well, this side of the year. Once the ground stops being all frosty-like, you can pretty much count on me being barefoot (with the exception of the workplace, because apparently the health inspector frowns upon dust and cooties or whatever). It's not a hippie thing, I just...like it. I like not wearing shoes, I like getting tough feet, I like the gravel massages.

Anyway, today (yesterday?), I had a couple of shoe-requiring activities in a row, so I left them on in between.

And after.

This, lady and gentleman, was a mistake.

I fell down.

I was walking along this cement/cinder block-ish thing, slipped, rolled my ankle and this wire (hopefully?) got all up in my foot's business. Unsavory things were yelled... I fell down.

Oh, cruel Mistress Irony.

Now, realistically, I understand that, shod or not, I am clumsy human being... But damn it, I'm blaming shoes!

Maybe I'm just bitter because I caved into the you-have-to-wear-shoes and it's-dangerous and stuff that I've been getting recently. Maybe I just have a ton of unwarranted shoe-hate. Well, MAYBE, if they hadn't been imprisoned, my petite and creepily dexterous toes might have saved me from pointy stuff!

Once the wrap's off, my feet are becoming hecka nude. 24/7.

Shoes...