After reading this post, I was reminded of a story from years ago that I completely forgot about.
Years ago, Spinette, some mutual friends, and I went to the temple for some celebration/holiday or something or the other. In temples, it’s customary to take off your shoes before you enter. I really hate doing this because sometimes the floors are wet with mystery liquids, but that’s beside the point. So everyone leaves their shoes in this big, communal pile of shoes outside of the door. It’s common for your shoes to be stepped on, be buried underneath piles of stranger’s shoes that you then have to dig through to find your shoes, or other shoe-related horrors.
Anyway, after the celebration/holiday thingie, Spinette and I were planning to go to our mutual friends’ house. They’re a family of three sisters, Leaf, Leafie, and Leafster, the oldest of whom is two years younger than Spinette.
The Leaf Family and my family left to go to their house before Spinette and her family did, so we were at the house for a while when Spinette entered.
When Spinette was leaving the temple, she discovered that I’d left my shoes in the communal shoe pile, so she, like any well-meaning, helpful friend, brought them with her.
So when they opened the door, Spinette was holding a pair of blue sandals similar to the ones that I was wearing.
Spinette: You forgot your shoes!
Arachnid: … Those aren’t mine …
Spinette’s dad went back to the temple to return the shoes to the communal shoe pile.