Shoe Snafu

So, imagine this: You're thoroughly prepared for a job interview at a certain Northeastern urban university. You've been to Kinkos to copy off materials for your presentation, you're wearing a fabulous grey pants suit with a bright red short-sleeved blouse for a punch of color. You feel confident, ready to wow them.

You're driving yourself to this interview--a 3-hour drive, so you chose to wear comfortable driving shoes, well, let's be honest: they're moccasins. You know, the ankle-booty-kind, with the fringe and the zipper up the back. Very comfy, but not at all classy. Your plan was to bring along your fabulous Witchiepoo boots, which amp up the professionalism of the ensemble. (Even your beautiful red bag is tarted up with a new scarf incorporating spring colors, a move your partner finds, well, mildly amusing and totally unnecessary.)

The key word in that last paragraph: "plan." And we all know about plans. Best laid, mice, men, all that. Halfway to your destination, it hits you: no boots. You've forgotten them. Too late to go back. Plan B: stop at some cheap store (you're driving through the Mall State, after all) and grab some black shoes, any black shoes. But no--you miss the exit for the Only Mall in sight. No matter, you think--this is a college town, there's bound to be a Payless Shoes or some such thing nearby.

You would be wrong. No shoe store. No time. And You Are Wearing Moccasins.

Fortunately, you have a good sense of humor and are, as mentioned above, Very Well Prepared. And, quite frankly, it turns out that more goes wrong for the interviewers than for the shoes, thus deflecting any attention at all.

The moral of the story: The shoes may make the outfit, but the outfit does not make the woman. Or, [insert moral here].