A Catastrophe

So last Monday morning I (by the grace of God) woke up on time to get out the door by 4:30am. I threw on my clothes and went to zip up my boots when a terrible thing happened...I was wearing extra layers, because my backpack was full and apparently my pants were too think, because when I went to zip my boot up it wouldn't fit. I rearranged the way I folded up my pants underneath the boot and tried a few times, but then all of a sudden the zipper came off the track again. Great. I was so tempted to just abandon the boots in a nearby trashcan, but felt too attached and certain that they can be permanently fixed with a little more effort than the quick fix I got before I left for Scotland. My only problem was that I still needed to get the airport bus (which was about a twenty minute walk) and my boot was only half zipped. Being the calm, cool, and collected being that I am, I decided to start a new fashion trend and go for the "half zipped boot" look. This worked great for about three steps down the stairs, but then the entire boot just flopped over and I nearly tripped down the stairs. But hey, God provides. I reached into my backpack and contemplated to solutions.

1) the bright turquoise duct tape dad sent with me

2) a couple of hair ties

I chose the latter and slipped two hair ties around my boot leg to bind my boots around my socks, leggings, and jeans. What a fashionable being I am at 4:30 in the morning! It worked though.

Pleased with my great feat, I started out for the airport. Residential areas are great, but then I started getting into an area with a warehouse looking thing and some construction, so naturally I thought I was in danger...but I was perfectly fine. I found the bus stop and made it through security (after undoing my boot contraption...yep, I was the weird kid in the airport). I made it back. Broken boots and all.