Remember a little while ago when I was snarking at the idiocy of a company recalling a line of dance shoes - namely, the ones I just purchased - and then replacing them with a pair of my choice for free? I gloated about having two perfectly functional new pairs of shoes for the price of one? I think I mentioned, with heavy sarcasm, something about them flying apart during an alemana?
They must be alemana-proof, but corta jacas on the other hand... Were just too much. The heel flew right off in the middle of Samba III tonight. It was embarrassing and hilarious, you'd think by the reactions of my classmates that I'd had my leg suddenly ripped off by a shark. I had to run to the car and get my old, faithful pair!
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