| TITLE: Stupid Shoes AUTHOR: Kasey RATING: PG (little language, but nothing I can't say with my parents around), a tiny bit of ESF (but nothing life-threatening, which takes the fun out of it!) SUMMARY: Sam is too used to wearing dress shoes... DISCLAIMERS: They dont' belong to me. For that, you've gotta go see the guy on mushrooms. NOTES: I realize some of you wouldn't believe the idea of this story. But it's happened before. To me, specifically, this week (which means the week before the production of our play!). Finally wearing flat shoes 'cause our director was yelling at me to, I trip over my feet and fall on my way to choir. And then proceed to bounce around in the play all week. THANKS: To my betas, the lovely Lieutenant and...I'm trying to come up with a good adjective...Dis! Sam groaned as he limped into his office and flopped into his chair. Kathy's head was immediately peeking in his doorway. "What happened?" "Don't ask," he muttered. "You've got Senior Staff like...right now." "Great." He stood weakly, grimacing in pain, and limped off down the hall. He was late to the meeting, earning stern looks from Leo and Toby, followed by questioning ones from everyone. "Sorry I'm late," he offered as a weak apology. "What'd you do?" Josh asked. "Nothing." "You're just limping around for fun?" CJ said, with a raised eyebrow. "No..." "Then what happened?" Leo demanded. "You guys are gonna laugh at this one..." "You tripped over something again?" "Well...not exactly..." "Then what?" "I was wearing non-dress shoes." "What?!" Everyone demanded in unison. "That's how I fell, I was wearing non-dress shoes." "How do you fall in 'non-dress shoes'?" "I honestly don't know." "But you did." "Yeah." "What happened?" "Y'know how last night we got out of here by 11?" There was a round of nods. "Well, I got home and was hungry, only I didn't have any milk...or...bread...or eggs...and so I was gonna run out to the little 24-hour convenience store on the corner. Well, I'd already changed out of my suit, so I threw on the one pair of non-dress shoes I own, these old tennis shoes I use in the summer for jogging when I get the time...and just as I was heading out the door, the phone in my apartment rang and I went to try to get it and...." "You fell?" "Yeah." "What'd you trip over?" "Nothing." "Nothing?" "Nothing." "You just...?" "I don't know how I fell, but I did, and wrenched my ankle, and so here I am." "Is it broken or sprained or something?" "Just twisted." "Okay, 'cause...for a second there I thought you'd said you...'wenched' your ankle, and I was about to ask what that was, but...okay," Josh said, and everyone turned to look at him oddly. Leo called to Margaret and she appeared. "Go get a bag of ice or something, would you?" "What happened?" She asked in a mild panic. "Nothing right now, Sam twisted his ankle last night and he's gonna sit with some ice on it." "I'm fine, Leo." "Sam, it won't get better if you run around like you usually do," CJ stated. "Hang on - I'm still back on the...you wear slippery-bottomed shoes everyday, right?" Josh asked. "Right." "Never seriously hurt yourself in those?" "Never." "So you put on shoes in which the general populous feels most safe...considers to be least dangerous...?" "Right." "And you trip and hurt your ankle?" "Yeah." "Puzzling." "And while we all sit here and consider the puzzle that is Sam, could we at least get him some ice, then discuss the important things we should be discussing?" Leo asked. Josh shrugged. "Good then. What's next?" |