Somewhere in my travels I lost the other pair to this shoe.
So if you happen to be in a hotel in Munich, Madrid, New York, or Beverly Hills.
Or if you happen to be staying at my parents' house and you see a shoe that looks just like this one, only lefty, it's mine.
Maybe I left it at the Emerson's when I stayed at their place.
I'm pretty sure I wore both shoes repeatedly when I was visiting my parents so I think Europe is a long shot.
It has to be in California or Hawaii. (Good, that narrows it down.)
Either way. I can't work with one shoe. I'll hold onto it a little longer, just in case (Michael? Mom?) but then that's it.
Damn! I can't believe I lost a shoe. I mean what am I? A four year old?