(Taken in April 2009. Not another juon feet.)
That one odd day in April, a few of my male officemates thought that something bad happened to my feet. I guess that’s what happens when you wear the wrong foot stockings and/or the male observers are not too oriented with the different kind of foot socks a female can wear. Like in this case, they thought I had a bandage.
Not for too long, I came with patches of salonpas on my left foot. Just when I thought it will draw attention, it did not. Heehee. Except for the smell, maybe. Incidentally, my left foot twisted while I was walking in too much hurry few days ago. When a friend learned about it, she exclaimed “Na naman? (Again?)”. More than two years ago, I fell off from the stairs of an office building. It was tax season that time and we worked until 3:00 AM. Maybe I was already sleepwalking that I didn’t notice that there were at least still five steps before the ground. So, I fell with my two-inch heeled shoes. The guard and a friend-teammate saw me. From then on, I became a fan of flats. And I’ve been very careful. Until my most recent fall. Heehee. Don’t worry, I’m salonpas-free now.