Showing posts with label High Heels. Show all posts
Showing posts with label High Heels. Show all posts

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Emergency

I've had a sort of unofficial New Year's resolution to wear heels more. Seeing as it's already March, I thought  I might actually get started on it.

Recently I had a gig that required me to wear a suit and I decided instead of the flats that I have been wearing since was pregnant (almost three years ago), I'd deck myself out in a pair of heels that I absolutely love, but have only worn a few times.

Note: (In interpreting when a gig is more than a couple of hours we swap out every 20-30 minutes.)

So I didn't plan to be standing all that long--a perfect occasion to "break" myself back into elevated footwear...or so I thought. Mind you, six steps out my front door I thought "ouch". I should have seen it as the sign it was.

As luck would have it, and that "luck" is always such a fickle guy, I ended up having to park a good half a mile from where I needed to be at the bottom of a steep hill. So, I marched myself up the hill and over to my job whereby I stood for some time as we waited an interminable amount of time for the presentation to begin. Let me just say, it pisses me off when people wait 45 minutes to "give others a chance to show up". What about the people that showed up on time? Show a little respect for their time, no? And, how will you encourage people to show up on time if they know that you'll wait the better part of an hour for people to show up. Anywho, I digress...

I get my sign on, feeling good about my suit, my sexy heels, and then the unthinkable happens. After a brief switch-out the client indicates that they'd like me to complete the rest of the interpreting--and so there I was in heels that were too high for my newbie legs for 2+ hours (after a walk up that hill no less).

Enter the comedy, as I left the assignment and now had to walk back down the hill to my car. I took steps that were a half inch each and could barely count as steps. I looked around, because clearly if anyone had wanted to mug me and run off with my car I wouldn't have been able to stop them.

I saw one of those blue emergency poles and contemplated how much trouble I would get in if I pushed the button and asked for a piggy back ride to my car.

"Hello...Officer...um, yes... I wore my big girl heels and I can't handle them...can you help a girl out??"
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