My shoe was found!

The traumatic experience that has separated the two unfortunate shoes sees that they will never be the same again. Right-y has said nothing about his take on the ordeal despite his typically loose tongue, but it’s okay. He’s been through enough, I understand.

In our work locker room there is an open slatted locker for us to put our whites in. It gets emptied every Thursday morning, and thus, when it was opened yesterday morning… out popped a rather dazed and confused shoe.

One of the managers were called about it and he was not pleased. Rightly so. Apparently the counter staff are all children, throwing shoes in lockers and sticking gloves full of water in the freezer. Etc.

Well, since I am pretty sure I told everyone about my i-shoe. (hah. pun.) The entirety of the staff were keeping an eye out for the other one. He’s currently chilling in my locker at work, waiting for me to take him home.

That’ll do, shoe. That’ll do.