The day I stepped into a puddle

If there was ever one day to step in a puddle, this was not one of them. I had an important interview followed by a date a few hours later. Walking in a rush to arrive at the interview on time, I was not looking down at the ground when my left foot dove deep into a muddy pool of water on the sidewalk. The dirty water instantly soaked my leather boots, socks, and crept halfway up my calf through my stylish new suede pants. What was I going to do? I was too far from my car and had 5 minutes before the interview appointment. How many napkins would I need to dry myself? I was freaking out, short of breath, and stumbled into the office building where the interview was being held, looking for a bathroom to undergo damage control. I dried myself as best I could, and the interviewer couldn’t tell anything had happened. But I knew what happened, and it was a major OOPS. I then had a date later that night and my dirty feet, ruined boots and new pants were not making me feel attractive. Sharing the story with my date actually turned out to be an awesome conversation starter, but I would have preferred to avoid this OOPS!

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