Arriving at the tennis facility, I jumped out of the car. Something felt … wrong. I looked down. Gasp!
“OH NO! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?” the snarky voice inside my head screamed.
My feet, which should have been shod with appropriate tennis socks and shoes, were clad in my house flops. I’d forgotten to change my shoes!
I had no idea what to do – there were no stores anywhere nearby to rush over and buy a pair; it was too far to go back home and return by the starting time. My teammates were already on the courts warming up. I felt the blood drain right out of my brain. Deer in headlights. I had really messed up this time.
