So, I am at work riding in the elevator with a guy who was delivering office supplies. We were chatting about the weather and such trivial things as we rode up to the second floor which is where my office is. So, we get to the second floor, the elevator doors open and I say my goodbyes and head off. Suddenly, the heel of my very cute blue and green plaid pump gets stuck in the little tracks of the elevator door. I can't budge but am making earnest efforts to free myslef when the door starts to close with me stuck in the track. Seeing the big medal door coming towards my head I scream unashamedly. This also causes the purchasing guy to drop his box and grab my leg to try to force my foot out of the track. Now at this point, some of you may ask why I did not just take my foot out of the shoe...but I could not do that. No shoe should be left behind. So, after some pulling on my part, and the big strong hands of the purchasing man, we free the heel and the door closes and I am safe. My shoe on the other hand is missing a big chunk.
However, in those breif moments I thought of how sad that this would be my end. But how lucky I was to have such incredible friends and family as all of you. Thanks for being such a wonderful part of my life. And, please do me a favor...if this should ever happen again, make up a better story of my demise.
Love you all!
Kelly
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Ha! Love you Kel. And I love shoes.
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