The Black Dansko Strikes Again

Few readers will recall one of my oldest posts, The Curse of the Black Dansko. Two years ago at a holiday party, another guest walked off in my shoes, and I had to track them down at her house a couple of blocks away.

Fast-forward to this past Saturday, and I was at a similar holiday gathering around lunch time. It was snowy outside, so shoes were left at the door. This time, I was the first to leave, then went about my business for the rest of the day.

That evening I got an email from the hostess, asking if perhaps I had taken the wrong Danskos. And sure enough, she was right!

This time the mis-taken shoes were both Danskos (rather than one pair being look-alikes) and are the same size, so I don't feel too stupid.

The experience does make me wonder, though -- if you walk a mile in someone else's shoes, but you don't realize they're not yours, does that still count?