I have gigantic feet. As in size 12, very wide, very big feet. My preferred shoe is a flip flop. Easy on, easy off and frankly? I hardly ever find a pair that doesn't fit me. I was leaving school one day, flopping along, and snagged a train towards the old Marshall Field's. I jumped off, proceed to begin my walk, when suddenly, the connecting-thing (scientific name of course) came out of the shoe. If this has ever happened to you, then you know that your flip-flop has just died. As in, probably won't be resuscitated. (Cue this same thing happening years later when I was on the way to visit my new nephew in the hospital and had to ask the front desk for a stapler just to keep my shoe together as 1. I didn't have another pair and 2. Tape isn't nearly as fashionable and 3. They usually frown upon a lack of shoes in a hospital. I obviously need to buy better quality flip-flops.)
Anywho. Back to State Street. So there I am, lugging a briefcase bag with a laptop that weighed more than it probably should have with books that should have stayed in a library somewhere, on the middle of one of the busiest (touristy) streets in the city, only to find myself without staples, tape, and apparently, a working shoe. I looked around and quickly found places that just wouldn't do - Neiman Marcus, Aldo, Old Navy - knowing full well these places either wouldn't have my size or they wouldn't have shoes that I'd be willing to also sell my arm and a leg for.
So I did the only thing I knew how to do. I started walking. Without my shoe. I threw the broken flop away, readjusted my bag and walked with my head held high. After all, who's going to mess with a sweaty, one-shoed woman walking downtown with a gigantic bag full of books? I huffed all the way to just off the corner of Jackson and State Street (yes, do the math, it's a decent amount of walking distance) and hobbled into the Payless Shoe store there because they are the only place that carries reasonably priced size 12 Diva shoes. I bought the cheapest pair I could find (did I mention I was in school...with loans at the time?) and quickly dumped the other flip-flop.
After that, I opted to end the day the best Chicago way - with a trip to Garrett's popcorn. Chicago Mix seemed to somehow make everything better. I made it the rest of the way home, showered quickly, and vowed never to speak of the day I walked down State Street without a sole.
Have you ever had a fashion faux pas in public? How did you recover?