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He cursed under his breath.
Idiot, you should have worn the oxfords today, he berated himself. Lacking the nerve to trust his gut that morning, he had worn his new black wing-tips. As black as night and as new as dawn. He had been so proud of his decision; the store assistant had in no small part assured him that he’ll be very satisfied with the purchase. “The ladies will love it”, she said. And she was right. They did love it. But that didn’t matter now. He really should’ve worn his old brown oxfords.
Because if he had, the blonde at the bus station wouldn’t have commented on how lovely his shoes were. And if she hadn’t noticed them, he wouldn’t have been grinning with his head in the clouds. And if he wasn’t feeling so smug, he would’ve noticed that he had gotten on the wrong bus to work.
And if he had been more observant, he wouldn’t have been tardy for the most important meeting of his life. Which was the reason he bought the shoes in the first place.
The moment he realized that the bus was not on its usual route, it was already too late. He had dashed to the front of the bus and insisted that the driver stop the bus, gotten off, and started running like a man possessed. Running in his new black wing-tip.
The ladies will love it, she said.
~ sean j
