the day I had to walk to work

Mondays are generally blue by nature. It's the first day of the workweek and you are away from your family and friends, pets and cozy house. Usually, it sucks.

But today, my Monday sucked extra hard. I live about six kilometres from my office. Not far in Joburg standards but seriously not close enough to walk, but this morning I had no choice. My cellphone had broken last week, after I accidentally dropped it, but with a force hard enough to crack the screen and make its brains go haywire. Then my simcard started getting rejected by other cellphones, which means that I have been stuck without any phone.

I was planning on getting it fixed this afternoon. Anyway, so as Flip leaves, and my friend/colleague Idele drives off, I finish up for work, gather my last things and head out the door, about five minutes after they left. But my car keys are nowhere to be found.

I finally figure that they are in Flip's car, because I left them there this weekend. I'm stuck.

Finally, I decide that I have to get to work so I started walking. In heels. Wrong move number one.
I then decided that heels are not going to carry me the whole six kays, so eventually started walking barefoot. Wrong move number two. I am now sitting with blisters making it nearly impossible to walk.

Yes, there are millions of people who have to walk to work everyday and do not complain about it. They even have to walk further than I did. But, I'm not used to it. I'm probably a bit pampered in this sense.

What pissed me off the most, is while I'm walking in tears {because my ego was a bit more bruised that my feet} with my shoes in my hand, about 100 cars passed me, not one stopping to find out what the matter was. And I mean, I'm in business attire, not just some random.

Even worse, while walking, some men {would rather like to call them pigs} had the audacity to hoot at me, wave, catcall and almost giving me stares that would, in their minds, make my clothes fall off. They could see that I was in a state, crying and walking with a limp, but would they stop? No!

I stuck out my thumb, like a hitch hiker and still nothing. What is wrong with society? I'm not blowing my own horn, but when I see people struggling next to the road, I stop and hear if I can help, so much so that Flip has practically forbidden me to do it, in fear that something might happen to me.

I still do it though.

At least I do have a kindhearted Samaritan, in the form of Flip. After phoning him from the office, he brought my car and my keys to me and bought me a pair of fluffy slippers, so that I wouldn't have to walk barefoot anymore. Heels were definitely not on my list anymore.

I love my knight in shining armour.