It is 1:18 pm, I'm walking (with a New York pace of course) through the Union Sq. subway station. Then it happens, I stumble and in confusion I look down. I just need a glance to understand that I didn't just trip, my shoe broke! Just like that, out of nothing, I was walking and one step later, my usual walk to school seemed like ten miles farther than it actually is. I had my day perfectly planned and this stupid Tory Burch sandal just made me lose about 15 minutes... because now I look like I could use a crane to walk. How can a little piece of leather affect me so. One minute I'm on my way and suddenly I'm looking for some cheap flip flops...and the worst part is its only been a month since I bought them. DAMN YOU TORYS... I believe this relationship is not going to work out.
So, after this very crappy way of letting my anger go...here are some pictures I took of the damn shoe, but following a similar format you may remember...
CHRONICLES OF A BROKEN SHOE
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| Union Sq |
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| In the station |
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| Waiting for the train |
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| Wall St. |
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| NY Stock Exchange |
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| Last mail check... |
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| Holding on to life! |
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