I had an appointment with Adam’s doctor today, and as I was getting ready, a pair of high-heels fell out the closet.  I really felt like wearing high-heels today, I love being comfortable, I do wear flip-flops, flats, and sports shoes a lot, but I’ve always had a weakness for high-heels, the not VERY high ones though. I don’t know, I just love the way they look, I love the way they feel when you wear them, I  feel extremely comfortable in them, if I didn’t have to walk very long distances that is. Anyway, I wore my high-heels and left the apartment (after a few minutes of chasing Adam of course).

Everything went well at the doctor’s, it was time to leave. As I pushed the building doors open I felt this wave of heat slap my face, and soon enough it felt as if I was walking for at least an hour! I was so glad I found a taxi pulling over to drop its passenger near the sidewalk -which was just opposite to where I was then- so I waved and shouted till I got the driver to nod to let me know he’ll wait for me. Walking happily towards the Taxi, I had a satisfied smile on my face to have found one so quickly in this hot weather, I walked confidently in my lovely pair of high-heels. And just as I reached the sidewalk I felt my left foot literally burning, I looked at it and kept walking… but wait a second, I looked again, is that my? OH MY GOD! I had only one shoe on! my left foot was bare! how did this happen? where did my other shoe go? Damn it!

I looked back and there was my beautiful shoe standing tall in the middle of the street, which is made of stones, because apparently normal streets are too ugly… and can’t trap your shoes and make you look like a  jerk; I went back, carrying Adam over my shoulders, and thought that if I wear it and pull it up, it must come out, but it DID NOT. It was stuck. I kept pulling, Adam kept laughing, I couldn’t feel my bare foot anymore, and what’s that? Arrrgh, is the taxi driver actually telling his friends about me now? I can see him talking on the phone and looking at me, I can see his eyes tearing… how about you come help me out, you *****! Ok pull with your hands Eman, keep pulling, keep pulling; no use, Adam was next to me now, he started pulling as well, he must have thought it was some kind of a game, because he couldn’t stop laughing, hysterically. I thanked God it was too hot for anyone to be outdoors, otherwise, I would’ve definitely made my way to YouTube fame!

10 minutes later:

I’m on the ground, my trousers covered with dust, holding Adam with one hand, and trying to dig around the heel in the other, with my keys… couldn’t dig much but enough to pull my shoe. I was so angry, fed up with the stupid heat, all I thought of was that I needed a shower and lots of water. I was too upset to remember putting my shoe back on, but I remembered to tiptoe my way to the taxi so that I wont have the other one stuck too.

Took my shower, drank my water, and cleaned my shoes. This was my first embarrassment -and hopefully the last- in the beautiful streets of Dubai. Lesson learned, next time I go out to such places, I’m sticking to flats… or maybe thicker heels

And although really pretty, I don’t wish for any of you to be in my shoes.