Our ward choir practice is held in the basement of a member's home. In order to preserve her light-colored carpet, she requests that we remove our shoes at the door, which creates a large pile.
As I left choir practice today, I was shocked to find that someone had accidentally taken one of my shoes and left her mismatching shoe. With a couple of other choir member witnesses, I laughed and then created a list of possible perpetrators from the members who had already left. We easily exonerated Danuta with her tiny feet and Alana with her oversized Crocs. Barbara was out of town, so that left only our choir director, Koko, as a taller person who might possibly have size 10 feet like mine. She became my principal suspect.
But Koko has been cleared and the true perpetrator found. . . .
Me.
Do you think anyone in church today noticed that my shoes didn't match?
(The shoe on the left is my old favorite retired to dark regions of my closet. I seem to have forgotten what it looks like but some how managed to grab it this morning. The shoe on the right is my new favorite black shoe.)
