I don’t wear heels. Never did, save for the occasional wedding. I keep walking / driving / running around with a 7kg bag on my back, so I’m always in sneakers and flats.
So when my flip-flops decided to break while I was in the mall, I had a choice – save the shoe or buy new ones? I still had errands, so I couldn’t go home.
I superglued it first. I hobbled to True Value, bought Mighty Bond, and glued my right sandal together into a wearable fashion. It lasted me a good hour, though I walked slightly funny; I went shopping as usual, buying houseware like mops and dusters and storage caddies.
On a whim, I entered Charles and Keith and looked at their wedges. I heard wedges are good training wheels for non-heel people. One pair looked fantastic; the wedge was very thin, which defeats the purpose of balance, but I liked it, and bought it anyway.
It was during my second visit to True Value (to buy cleaning liquid) that my OTHER flip-flop broke. I hobbled this time to the Customer Service section, carrying my mop and other junk with me, and asked if I could hang out there and switch shoes.
“Ma’am, i-Mighty Bond niyo na lang kaya yan*,” the salesgirl suggested.
I stuck it out and wore my wedges. They’re nice; I do like them, even if I’m still wobbly. Getting to the car was a problem – I was carrying three plastic bags of oddly-shaped stuff, plus the downhill trek on cobblestone tile (which, if you have read “How To Walk In High Heels“, is the kiss of death. The book advises first-timers to avoid it altogether). When I got to the car, DRIVING in heels was a very weird feeling. I couldn’t feel the pedals at all, and gauged my car’s performance without any muscle memory.
Sigh, the lengths a girl will go to so a guy doesn’t have to bend down to kiss her.
*Translation: “Ma’am, why don’t you just use Mighty Bond?”
Bonus: I was singing this as I was hobbling to the car: “I’ll be the platform shoes and undo what heredity’s done to you – you won’t have to strain to look into my eyes…”