I was decked out in a set of scrubs today, working with my group of little ones. Now, normally I like to wear my Tom's with my scrubs. They're lightweight, comfortable, and don't cause the hem of the pants to stick under the tongue of the shoe (cause there isn't one), which is really annoying. Well, last Thursday, I wore my Toms and they were soaking wet by the end of the session due to the children's favorite activity...the water table. Now, having wet shoes wasn't really a problem for the shoes. They were fine. It's just that having my feet get wet unintentionally is one of my top three least favorite things in the world.
So I wore my cute pink Puma's today. I bought these shoes on a whim one day and they have proven to be really useful, except that they have a rather "pokey-outy" tongue. So, naturally, the hem of my pants gets stuck behind it when I sit down and I'm left fiddling with it all day long. The other slight annoyance about these shoes is that they squeak when I walk. I don't know if other people hear it, but I most certainly do. I try to walk softly so the squeaking is minimal, but to no avail. I'm pretty sure they even squeak on carpet!
While I was walking behind one of my fellow clinicians admiring how silent her shoes were, I had a memory pop into my head and make me smile.
...*enter dreamland*...
I was about 6 years old and we lived in Ft. Benning GA. It was winter time and it would get chilly in the bathroom upstairs. Mom, being the wonderful mother that she is, put a small space heater in the bathroom for us so that we wouldn't freeze to death when we would take our baths. Well, one night, after strict instructions not to leave ANYTHING in front of the space heater, my mom ran my bathwater and left the bathroom for a hot second. Being 6, I of course did not heed her careful instruction and threw my clothes about the bathroom haphazardly.(Now don't get worried, nothing catches fire.) My mom came in to check on me a few minutes into my bath and as soon as she walked into the bathroom she exclaimed "What's burning!?" I'm pretty sure my reaction was something along the lines of "huh?" So she rushed over to the space heater and low and behold...there lay my right tennis shoe. It wasn't burning, but the sole of the shoe had melted quite a bit and was a good deal "thicker" on the right side than the left. Mom informed me (after some form of discipline I'm sure) that I was just going to have to wear them like that until we could get me some more shoes.
The next day, Justin and I walked to school as usual, except I was dragging my right foot behind me trying to wear down the unevenness of the melted shoe. This seemed like perfect logic to the two of us, after all, you can scrape a lot of things with concrete, knees for example.
The trek to school and back, as well as recess, was spent scraping the shoe and it did absolutely nothing (except give some onlooker a laugh I'm sure) and I was forced to wear the melted shoe for what felt like an eternity.Turns out, and eternity to a 6 year old probably like 2 days in reality.
Needless to say, I was very careful not to place things in front of the space heater ever again.
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I wonder; would dragging my feet on the asphalt in our clinic parking lot help to lessen the squeaking???
