Having a blast at a bachelorette party, I gave my Dr. Scholl’s ballet slippers to the Bride-To-Be as her dancing about had started to wear on her feet. But after 3 hours of also being on my feet, I saw in the restroom:
It was taunting me. And I couldn’t well snag the shoes back from the To-Be. I like the media placement as it was EXTREMELY relevant, but it would have been nice if that bar was also a vendor. I’m pretty sure they would make more money on the shoes than they would on a slow night. Extra income.
Lesson learned. I’ll get the feeling in my feet back eventually.