Las Vegas takes a lot of things…money…morals…the memories from last night after that last Mai Tai…and most recently, it tried to take my Christian Louboutin.
While walking between casinos, I was surprised to take a step and realize my shoe had been pulled off my foot. I looked back, horrified to see my shoe half eaten by a sidewalk grate. The thin heel had fallen in the tiny hole of the grate, and had to be pulled with quite a bit of force to be yanked free.
After freeing my shoe, I was sad to see the patent leather on the heel had been scraped all the way down to the metal.
Damn you Vegas! Why must you ruin my precious size 35 shoe?!