...while out on Saturday night you look down at your feet as you chat with a Serbian rowing coach (true story) and your husband and realize you have put on two different shoes.
They were both those bootie-short-boots, grabbed in a frantic hurry from the shoe-strewn floor of my closet. Fortunately one was black and one was brown, so nobody noticed. If they did, they didn't say anything, so I believe I got away with it. Victory!