Okay, where do I start? Oh, here's a good one.
A few months ago I picked up my oldest daughter from school to take her to the dermatologist. When we got to the clinic, I hopped out of my car and happened to glance down at my feet. I screamed. I couldn't believe it. I had two different shoes on. One was black and one was brown. (In my defense, they were similar styles).
My 13-year-old daughter considered me a huge embarrassment to the family even before this incident and thought it was hilarious that her mother couldn't even properly dress herself. I made her promise not to make a big deal of it. Maybe if she didn't draw attention to my feet, nobody would notice.
We made it through our time in the waiting room and were then escorted into the examination room. The entire time I could feel my daughter's eyes glued to my mismatched feet. Sure enough, I soon noticed that the nurse was also looking at my feet. I burst into laughter and explained to the nurse that it was "Mismatch Day" at the elementary school. She then asked me if I was a teacher there. I said "no" and started laughing so hard that tears were rolling down my face. I gave no further explanation, but now whenever we go back to that clinic, I'm always relieved when we get a different nurse.
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