MY SANDAL STORY ;)

 
I had pampered my feet wearing the comfy pair of sneakers.So I was having a tough time while wandering through the shops in the mall in sandals. 

We were there to wither away the two hours as our two sons watched ‘Iron Man 3’ in the multiplex on the fourth floor. I had put my hands up when I heard they wanted to watch that movie. I had no more patience left to sit and watch cartoons and science fiction movies wearing the 3 D glasses. Their father was even more vehement. So we decided to book the tickets only for the boys. While they watched the movie, we would ‘window’ shop in the mall below.

I had finished revolving my eyes around the entire length and breadth of the shops in the third floor resisting all temptations. There were three more floors left. The escalator was on the other corner of the floor. The lift was taking a long time to come. At that time, I spotted a staircase by the side and decided to climb down to the next floor. It

was a stairway which led to the parking lot on the second basement. My feet were aching so much that while I was on the second flight of stairs, I felt like stretching my right foot which I immediately did. I was holding the railing and standing at the right end of the stairway. That moment my sandal slipped out of my right foot. Before I could scream after a gasp, it plummeted down and reached the second basement with a thud.

I got a glare from my husband who was a couple of steps ahead of me. I gave him one of my usual stupid smiles as there was nothing else for me to do other than wait there and allow him to run down the five floors and retrieve my precious sandal. There were no other souls around. No one else bothered to take the fire escape stairway on a hot summer afternoon when there were enough escalators and lifts inside the building.

I limped down one flight of stairs in one sandal while my husband ran down the stairs. He yelled to me to keep an eye on the sandal lest someone should grab it before he reached the spot. I wondered why anyone would want to take a single sandal but kept it to myself as it would have been murderous to counter him at that point of time. Thanks to his regular exercising regime, he was back in no time, triumphant holding the sandal in hand.

For rest of the staircase, he made sure I walked by the side of the wall. Inside the mall, he insisted that I buy a pair of shoes and do an immediate switch from the sandals. Unfortunately (for me - but luckily for him), I could not find a comfortable pair in any of the shops. Rest of the time we spent in the mall, he diligently kept me away from the staircase and ensured we went up or down by escalators or elevators only!