On Wednesday afternoon, Speedy and I picked up the kids from school to go to the wake of his mother’s youngest sister who passed away two days earlier. I was properly dressed for the occasion, not wanting to appear at the wake looking like I intended to go strolling in the neighborhood. I wore a long-sleeved blouse, matching slacks and footwear. The footwear, something I had not used in over two years, was in powder blue which matched the floral prints of my blouse.
So, we were driving down Sumulong Highway on the way to Mount Carmel Church in Quezon City when I felt that was stepping on something that just wasn’t there minutes earlier. I thought it was Speedy’s office stuff or something that he forgot to move to the trunk. I looked and, lo and behold! It was the entire sole of my left shoe. Whatever it was that kept it glued to the insole gave way and I was wearing a shoe with only the insole left. When I checked my right foot, the sole was already partially detached. When I moved my foot this way and that, a little more of the sole got detached. Gee, it was disintegrating before my eyes. Speedy and the girls were already laughing.
I asked Speedy if he had some adhesive in the car (he works in a company that manufactures adhesives, including shoe adhesives, so that wasn’t a strange question to ask) because I intended to just glue the sole back on and be done with the problem. But there was no adhesive in the car. And I definitely didn’t want to go to the wake wearing sole-less shoes.
A hundred meters or so away was an Otto outlet. We were going to pass it and I asked Speedy to stop there, give me ten minutes, and I would get myself a decent pair of shoes. And I did. Then, Speedy told us a story that made my experience look trivial.
He was in a wedding (the wedding of a client’s son), dressed in wedding finery, when the front half of the sole of his shoe got detached. He was walking like, you know… imagine a crocodile moving forward with its mouth alternately opening and shutting close. That was how Speedy’s foot looked. I mean, last Wednesday, I was still in the car and I didn’t have to suffer the embarrassment of having everyone see my predicament. But in Speedy’s case, where could he have looked for adhesive or a replacement shoe? He was in a wedding, for goodness’ sakes.
So what did he do? He asked if anyone had a piece of rubber band. I don’t know who brings rubber band to a wedding but someone did. Speedy wound the rubber band around his shoe to make sure that it wouldn’t gape open when he walked.
Embarrassing, darn. But we figure that a sole-less or gaping shoe can’t be as bad having the seam of one’s pants, especially in the bum area, split open in public. If that happened to a female and she’s wearing a long blouse, she can probably hide it long enough to get to the rest room and call for an SOS. But a guy with his shirt tucked in…??? If that ever happens to Speedy, I hope that the girls and I are not with him. Of course, I’d help him solve the problem but I can’t promise that we won’t laugh.