Saturday evening as I went to exit the Manhattan bound side of the R train at Union Street I happened to look down and spotted a black tennis sneaker laid out perfectly - with exception to it being in the middle of the subway turnstile, and missing its mirrored opposite.

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I’m sure that you’re saying to yourself right now that this pictured sneaker is turned on its side, and there’s a very good reason for this - I tripped over it.

I’m a klutz, what can I say.  I’ve been one ever since being an adolescent, and haven’t been able to break from the klutz chains since.

Anyways, I spotted the sneaker, laying there perfectly under the turnstile, as if the owner of the sneaker was in such a rush that as they ran for the R train, they literally ran out of their sneaker - and didn’t realize it until the subway doors closed.  So I giggled to myself about the poor sap who lost his sneaker while rushing to catch the subway, and in doing so I stumbled myself through the turnstile and tripped over the sneaker in the perfect Chevy Chase fashion.

So there you all have it - I’m a dork.

Yet this doesn’t explain who the dork was that lost his sneaker…