(Not a) blue suede shoe
The thing that happened to me one lovely Monday morning can only be seen in old movies by the Dolphy-Panchito comedic tandem. The embarrassing but funny incident will forever be part of my life and will be a favorite topic of the Ka Anang Boys every time there's a quorum to down our favorite cold beverage. The story goes something like this: I was off to meet an old friend of mine for an early morning breakfast chitchat, but disaster struck as soon as I arrived at our rendezvous point in Valenzuela. I was already walking towards the roadside bistro where we are going to eat any of the available Silog meals when my shoe (left foot) broke. The whole top portion broke off with the outer sole, which (as I looked behind) I saw there sitting, as if waiting for me, on the pavement. I am no male version of Cinderella so I quickly picked up my sole (no pun intended, haha!). I can still walk but the problem is I can now feel the concrete street that I'm standing on with onl...