If the shoe fits ...

What the **** ???

As is the norm on Friday, I woke up this morning with a wide grin on my face. Hopped up in the shower whistling my favourite Kenyan and rap songs, willing the day to be boring so I can make up an excuse to make up later tonight . Then disaster struck ...

Like a popsicle lying on a sidewalk in the summer heat, my smile and psyche melted into oblivion. As I rode the escalator at the train station, these 2 ladies kept looking at me, then giggling. Ideas of a threesome were racing through my head ... how naive of me ...

It wasn't until I got off the escalator that it hit me. I became conscious that I had an unnatural bounce, like I was taller on the left side than on the right side. Then I looked down. Holy cow !! I wore two %*&# different shoes . I have no idea how this happened, it's not like I was dressing in the dark.

I am presently in a dilemma. Do I stick in my cubicle all day ? Do I go on normally, in the hope that people will look me in the face, not in the shoes? Do I wear my "gangsta face" - the I know, so what face?