I was in a hurry. The clock was closing in at eight in the morning. I was meeting someone later that day and needed to be at the office earlier than usual so that I could catch the company shuttle to Makati. I didn’t want to be late.
I raced through the apartment double-checking everything – rooms locked, lights turned off, cords removed from sockets, faucets not running. I grabbed my house keys, slipped on my black leather shoes I had hastily nudged under the television rack the night before, and left for work.
Hours later, the first time I had left my workstation, I and a couple of office mates were on our way to lunch when I noticed something. It made me stop dead on my tracks. I laughed while turning a deep shade of red. I realized that I have been wearing this.