I think I know what it feels like to walk in high heels. You see, several times a day I need to walk outside of my front door. To the car, to the garbage bins, to whatever. But since I’m too damned lazy to bend over and put my running shoes on properly, my heel has no chance of making it inside the shoe. And since I don’t want to ruin my running shoes by continuously stepping on the back and folding it over, I simply touch it delicately with my heel as I tip toe to the car to retrieve my phone. Or to the garbage bin to throw out some putrid smelling compost filled with raw meat and soiled diapers. Or out to the street to get a proper view of the storm clouds rolling in. I can’t just sit at home all day and rely on the weather radar. I want to see it with my own eyes.
I suppose I could invest in some nice comfortable flip flops.