A couple of months ago, I wore a new pair of athletic shoes that I had only worn once. I had bought them to go on a float trip the week before that, and they were now dry and ready to wear again in public.
I had been wearing them for a couple of hours, and most of that time I was sitting down. But once I got up and started to walk around more, I noticed that there was something annoying stabbing me in the middle of my left foot. I sat down in an empty room and removed my shoe to see what the culprit might be.
The most irregular small rock I had ever seen had somehow worked it’s way to a tender spot on my foot and stayed there. I had to take off the shoe and remove it myself. It wasn’t going anywhere otherwise, and…