happen very often (which is why I can fix tyres with nothing but grass, petrol and a match; and how I know my limitations when carrying a month’s worth of supply
shopping home on a bicycle; and why I buy cheap-ass single ply toilet paper),
but every now and then I have to swallow my pride and ask for help.
least the last seven of them). I’d woken up far too early for my liking, had a
pretend-to-be-nutritious fake yoghurt (pronounced “yow-gurt” for those of you
who continue to pronounce it incorrectly), jumped in the shower, and sped off
to work. I was early too; so I seized the moment and some super glue and I
stuck my badly abused running shoes back together. I sipped a delicious cup of
coffeeish liquid as I forced the balls of my feet into the ground while the
as I moved I discovered my folly. My left shoe had allegedly been ripped right
through, so as I had filled the gap with super glue (and quite a lot of it), it
had gushed in, seeped through my sock and coated the ball of my foot. And it
was good superglue.
swinging through the trees, I tried force, I tried to steam a kettle under it
to get it free, I tried to free it with a pen. I tried to free it with a ruler
and then work got too busy so I stopped trying to free it and hoped that with
enough running back and forth my foot would naturally free itself.
to take the plunge and ask for help. So I consulted the world’s super power of
wisdom – Facebook – and got some really great suggestions because most of my friends are ridiculously wise:
tell you something
lots of sunlight washing up liquid!
remover works or anything with an acetone base. Warm soapy water also does it.
In sticky situations you can also take a blade and VERY gently cut between the
skin and the glue VERY slowly.
amputate the foot.
a trip as far as you can until the shoe falls off, or wears out. Pretty good
excuse for a journey…
(especially the last one) I had far too many options to consider.
tried to talk him out of it for his own good (my shoes aren’t quite as fragrant
as I would like them to be) he made my push my pride aside and sit on the
floor. With one big tug he ripped my shoe free. Talk about a knight in shining
armour (and yes girls he is single if you’re interested).
|I’m not kidding… he really is still single.|
it was good to be surrounded by so much freeness; a chunk of my foot remained
glued to the chunck of my sock that was still glued to the inside of my shoe.
cheaper superglue and also that we all need help sometimes. And sometimes it
hurts. But we need it. And as much as I would have loved to use the stuckness
as an excuse for another trip, I think I definitely prefer to be a barefoot