Once upon a time, in a land not too far away, I found myself in a bit of a shoe-related pickle.
It all started when I dropped off my daughter at a friend’s house for a birthday party. The host, in her infinite wisdom, politely requested that everyone remove their shoes upon entering and leave them by the door.
It seemed like …
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