Gold and Brown Shoe - Ode to Fall

Today I was a near miss. Living proof of the wisdom to watch where you walk. While walking (okay I was striding proudly - clicking . . . clacking) to a meeting, I slipped. My feet slid right out from under me. Fortunately, a flip chart stand saved me from a total wipe out. I recovered with a "Ta-Da."

But, seriously, this could have been bad. From the expressions on the faces as it was happening, they were worried. God bless Dianne, she stood posed ready to catch me. Fortunately, this wasn't necessary.

I love these shoes, but this is the second time they've done me in at work. I resign myself to the fact they are a "going on a date" or "out for a night" on the town pair of shoes. These brown, gold, shiny, and sparkly shoes must be retired. You see, they just don't get along with the flooring at work. So, rather than jeopardize my physical well being or set back our days without injury score from 790 days to ZERO, I recognize these shoes are no longer an "approved for work" pair.

Before we go . . . in the shoes honor, I wrote a poem.

Gold and Brown Shoe - Ode to Fall

Gold, Brown
Shiny, Sparkly

Wearing you, I . . .
Walk
Talk
Fall?

Gold, Brown
Shiny, Sparkly

Wearing you, I . . .
Dazzle
Travel
Fall?

Gold, Brown
Shiny, Sparkly

Wearing you, I . . .
Stride
Slide
Fall?

Wearing you,
Gold, Brown
Shiny, Sparkly
Shoe