One day at work, I couldn’t figure out why my feet felt so tired. My toes felt pinched, and the muscles in my legs ached and jerked with occasional spasms. Something just wasn’t right. I went through the usual steps of the day and was glad when it was time to go.
I couldn’t wait to get home, take my shoes off and get into something comfortable. My toes were screaming, demanding to be released from their hot prison. As I walked out the door to leave work, I took a deep breath and let out a big sigh. I glanced down at my tired feet and froze mid-stride. Blood rushed to my face and my cheeks flushed. I looked around to see if anyone was watching. There was no one around. I walked to the car quickly.
As soon as I got home, I put my bag on the table, sat down and threw my shoes off – one black shoe with a two-inch heel and one blue shoe with a three-inch heel. I had another pair just like it in the closet, for opposite feet of course. I don’t think I’ll wear either pair again.