On Sunday night my daughter went bowling. When her father and I picked her up afterward, she casually mentioned that she was wearing one shoe that wasn't hers. When she turned in her bowling shoes, the clerk couldn't find my daughter's shoe and said there was no other option than for my daughter to take some other person's shoe home.
Oh, no. No. NO!
Her determined father marched back inside and worked a much better deal. The deadline is tonight at 5:30. Find her shoe or write a check. (Honestly? If that shoe was worn home by someone else, I'm done with it anyway. You should have seen the condition of the one left at the bowling center).
I just can't figure out what confounds me more:
The bowling center's admission that they lose shoes all the time or my daughter's willingness to wear mismatched shoes home.