(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. It will be a favourite topic among the Ka Anang Boys whenever there's a quorum to down our favourite cold beverage. The story goes something like this: I was off to meet an old friend of mine for an early morning breakfast chit-chat, but disaster struck as soon as I arrived at our rendezvous point in Valenzuela. I was already walking towards the roadside bistro where we were 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 sitting there on the pavement, as if waiting for me. 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 I'm standing on, with ...