True Story.

This guy, we'll call him Roger, lives in a small nautical town on the East Coast. Roger has a standard issue sales job, complete with lots of pressure from middle management, so he goes to a bar in that sleepy town for happy hour. Roger pours vodka tonics all over that growing ulcer and in the meantime starts up a conversation with a seasoned barfly; we'll call her Mindy.

Roger and Mindy hit it off so very well that they adjourn to his company issued late model Ford Taurus for a bit of a roll-around. Seems Mindy is equal parts eager and easy. And Roger's a guy. We can all do that quick math and know where this leads. Problem is, Roger's got himself a wife and 2.3 children at home.

That weekend, Roger & Wifey have to trudge off to a wedding of a relative or friend or what have you. As they are northbound on the Interstate, Roger catches a glimpse out of the corner of his eye of a random shoe on the floor in the back seat. "Oh dear," thinks Roger, "that's a problem." So being one who thinks on his toes, he pulls over saying to Wifey, "Er, uh, that tire sounds weird."

So they pull over on the shoulder to the right and Roger askes Wifey, "Can you hop out and see of anything is wrong with the back tire on your side?" Being a good wife who supports her man she obliges. As she exits the car, Roger grabs the ill-placed shoe and holds it outside the drivers side window, all casual-like.

She gets back in the car, reports that the tire appears to be fine; meanwhile he drops the shoe from his hand onto the side of the road, shrugs, and they proceed to get back on their way to their afternoon appointment.

Crisis averted. They pull up to the church and as they are getting out of the car Wifey asks, "have you seen my other shoe?"

Oh snap!