Los aeropuertos sacan el lado torpe de mi personalidad. Hace un par de years ran into the carpet and fell precipitously in the gate for American Airlines. Dress and high heels. I entered the plane with a high forehead and knee bleeding. Again I remember the door swallowed Admirals Club, with bag and all. Was glass. I thought it was open. At the airport in La Guaira also fell without dignity. She was late because of rain, at the output of Caracas, the cars were stopped in all directions. We were like a giant ball of chopsticks, all stacked, not knowing who should move first tab. There was one night flight to Miami and were always full so you should get on that plane at all costs, but had to let off steam down the runway. I got off the taxi and ran to the check, as my suitcase was panting at my side, draining their wheels. In an attempt to more athletic than my physique allowed, I wanted to cut road, passing under those tapes that place to bring us as sheep, with such bad aim that tripped, tangled in ribbons, and was scattered over my bag and looking the ceiling.
Yesterday, returning to my wanderings, I was, how could it be otherwise, marching in a hurry. Walking with my same bag of hand with me for years, and fringed by the closure. He was wearing those shoes that are supposed to be sexy, but at one time had been a simple-heeled slippers, because they have no attachment to the heel. He wore, too, socks and shoes, I must confess, I was a little loose. After passing security, I rearranged my belongings and went like an arrow toward the gate. By rushing through the stride and make larger steps, I noticed my right shoe was left without remedy. He shot upwards and forwards, in a perfect parabola, as I looked in panic potential landing sites. The airport was full, so the statistical possibility that does not give anyone in the head were remote.
Fortunately, fell in between a couple who, after look at my left shoe on the floor, looked up, like normal flip flops they rained from the sky.
- "That's my shoe " (that's my shoe ) - said, in a ridiculous attempt to actions for recovery of property; instinct certainly primary and capitalist. As if anyone would be interested in a single worn out and without polish.
I walked, limping and with short steps and the height difference between my walking shoes and my bare feet, muttered a brief "sorry " I put my shoe and I kept wandering my way as if nothing had happened.
In the final analysis, nothing had happened.
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