Apparently, I can’t dress myself

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You know how it’s cute when a little kid starts learning to dress themselves, and they get their shoes on the wrong feet? What if it’s a twenty-freaking-eight year old who can’t dress himself on Monday mornings?

Honestly, I still don’t really know what happened. I was sitting at my desk, talking to my supervisor about the weekend, and upcoming stuff for the week, when I look over at one of my feet. I thought to myself, “That’s odd, I swear I put on my black shoes today.” You know, black shoes to go with my black socks, and my black slacks. Perfectly normal right? That foot I was looking at was wearing one of my brown shoes.

So I looked at the other foot… yep, I was wearing a black shoe, like I thought… on that foot…

I’m half an hour away from home, and wearing two obviously unmatched shoes. How embarrassing! Of course, I was talking right at that moment of recognition, and I just blurted it out.

I spent much of the rest of the day hidden at my desk, and when I did go to meetings, I spent time standing on one foot, so that fewer people would get to see both shoes together at the same time.

Other than my supervisor, to whom I blurted my situation, I only know of one person who noticed! Perhaps that’s all for the best.

So far, I’ve managed to wear matched shoes the rest of this week. But its only Wednesday, so who knows what’ll happen tomorrow.