A couple of weeks ago on our way to church, we passed one black high heel shoe perched on the curb on 22nd Avenue.
John’s immediate reaction: Someone had a rough night!
But that led us to more speculation about the story behind the shoe.
My first thought: Someone put their shoes on the roof of the car to open the door and then drove off without putting the shoes in the car.
Or maybe the car’s so full of “stuff” that when the car door was opened, a shoe fell out.
Or the heel on the shoe’s mate may have broken leading the owner to toss the shoe out the window in disgust.
Perhaps the owner of the shoe had an accident, falling off the too high heel, and left the shoe behind when she went to the hospital to have a broken bone set.
Of course, perhaps this is the modern day version of Cinderella’s glass slipper waiting to be retrieved by Prince Charming.
So many possibilities. I’d love to know the real story of the shoe. Any thoughts?