Our trip to Lachine is complete, our family mission accomplished with good results. We went, we ate and we laughed – a lot. But something a little strange happened. I lost a shoe.
After we left the house on Friday morning it occured to me that I didn’t have a change of shoes with me. We were picking up a sister and a brother and needed to swing past our house again anyway, so I popped inside to grab my favourite pair of warm, comfy, casual shoes. Here is the survivor.
I plopped the shoes on the floor of the front passenger seat and scootched them over to the left. We stopped a couple of times on the way and when we arrived at the hotel I forgot to bring them inside. “Oh well”, I thought. ‘I’ll get them tomorrow!”
Tomorrow came and went in a flurry of shopping, moving, restaurant-going and changes of rider in the front passenger seat. At day’s end I went to grab those shoes and take them inside and could only find one. I’ve searched and hoped and crawled around looking but I cannot find shoe #2. It must have gotten kicked out of the cab at some point but…how could that happen without anyone noticing? Apparently it did. I can only hope to find another pair at Payless some day. They were comfortable and great in wet weather, not to mention they match my black quilted jacket which was a lucky accident. I would love to know where that shoe ended up. Is it in a lost and found? Did it end up covered in mud or, even worse, run over? I will probably never know. I can’t bear to throw out its mate in a futile hope that one day they’ll be reunited. Such a sentimental shoe fool, eh?
Oh my!! Such a quandary! Or is it more of a conundrum? Let’s call it an enigma with overtones of mystification and pray for answers! Glad the trip went well