The other left

So we’re getting ready to go out the other night and I’m trying to decide which shoes to wear with my outfit. There are two choices – ankle boots or chunky mary janes. I ask Cristy and she says the boots.

I put them on, but they feel really awkward and tight, as if they don’t fit. So I stand up and look at my feet. That’s weird; the toes of the boots are sort of pointed out, like in the wrong direction. I start to wonder about this aloud; maybe the boots are defective or something. How could that have happened?

Then the harsh reality washes over me. I put them on the wrong feet. Duh.