Heels

Last Sunday, I went to Indianapolis for business. Because I knew there was much walking, I wore chic yet comfortable pumps. The toes came to a point, but the heel was less than an inch tall. However, the diameter of the heel was approximately three centimeters wide. In other words, my greatest fear was to get my heels stuck when walking outside.

What I particularly liked about Downtown Indianapolis was the sidewalks. I felt that they were designed to take account of the modern business woman. The gaps in sidewalks, grates, and sewer covers were minimal and far-spaced apart. I literally walked everywhere without much problem. But, of course, my shoes inevitably found the right gap to trip me.

Toward the end of the trip, I toured the Circle Monument. I was amazed at how I could walk over the cobblestone with ease. Feeling overconfident and in control, I began to talk to my friend. I realized my shoe had gotten stuck when my body pitched forward, causing me to stumble nearly to my knees. Looking back, I saw my right heel had disappeared in a hole just large enough to embarrass me. It was a perfect fit.

The problem, though, was to get my shoe out. I had to remove the heel at the exact angle it went in. Not famous for my balancing acts, I hopped and flailed around for twenty seconds trying to get unstuck while my friend did nothing but laugh at the situation. The moment I decided humble my pride and take the shoe off was the moment when my heel became free. Still, surrounding spectators got quite the show.

I swear...it could only happen to me.