The wrong shoes
Men, the lucky sods, don’t have to deal with wearing the Wrong Shoes. Strictly a gal thing.
I have two pairs of librarian shoes, because shoes actually fitting me is such a rare occurrence that I celebrate by buying more than one pair. I put on a black-and-red outfit yesterday for the introduction at the staff meeting, and dove into the closet for what I thought was the black pair of librarian shoes.
It was the blue pair. The blue pair. With black and red. Oh, dearie me, was I wearing the Wrong Shoes. And I didn’t notice until I got out to the bus stop and looked down. Far too late to go back and still get to work on time.
The sequel, of course, is that nobody noticed. (That I know of. As I understand the etiquette of these things, one doesn’t tell a lady that she is wearing the Wrong Shoes. One titters behind her back about it with other ladies.) Today I am wearing another black-and-red outfit, because I’ve a lunch with the other newbie librarians and the color combo should help them recognize me.
Got the right shoes this time, though.