So I had just finished picking up the dogs for my first walk this morning. We walked to the corner and were about to cross the street. Same old song and dance.
And then I tripped.
The toe of my shoe got caught on some uneven pavement and I nearly face-planted. My shoe came off and as I tried to slide my foot back in, I realized the thong had been severed from the insole.
I walk dogs all day. Only one thing to do: troubleshoot. Thankfully a coworker lived a mere half block away so I went out on a limb and called to see if she was home.
Indeed she was at home but only because she had been involved in a bicycle accident over the weekend and was holed up in her apartment with a busted knee. “Come on over!”
So while one of my dogs peed on her couch and the other tried to eat the food of the dog she was boarding, she got me a pair of flip-flops to wear.
I left with my pups and was immediately smacked in the face by a horrific stench. There had been some sort of spill and the street smelled like straight-up raw sewage. Yuck! I sent her a text telling her of her good fortune, what with being stranded in the house and not having to inhale the grossness that lay beneath.
Her reply: It’s all fate!!!
I believe she is right. If she hadn’t banged up her knee, she wouldn’t have been at home. If she hadn’t been at home, there would have been no one to lend me shoes. If she hadn’t lent me shoes, I would have never walked up her block and smelled the stink, which, thanks to her busted knee, she did not have to endure.
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