The Red Socks

Found out the hard way that my smart shoes hadn't been worn in very well. Walking to the post office I noticed them rubbing a little bit on my heel but thought very little of it. The pain got reclassified from 'Minor itch' to 'Cause of physical limping and suicidal thoughts' walking in them for another 45 minutes. My worst nightmares came true when I took my shoes off to find that one of my socks was soaked in blood from my raw heel. I think that I'll pace my use of these shoes from now on...