Shoe Shame

There comes a time, about once every college semester, when evil things happen to my poor shoes. There is an event each semester in which my shoes become victim to a nasty game of scavenger hunt for the greater cause of secret society entertainment. My shoes are stolen, and I am without a full fab pair until at least a week later when they can be found and returned to their comfy loving home. But tonight was the first night I have ever been met face to face with the event itself taking place. In the past, my shoes have just gone missing, and I'd notice the inconvenience a day or so later; but tonight I was ambushed in my own home!

I was stunned and appalled all at once. as she made off with my gold and black sequined stiletto heal, and ran for the car where the others waited to make their quick getaway. It is a sad and unfortunate night for my shoe. But I commend you for bringing it head-on!