Upon emerging from a highway to a bridge connecting the city to a neighboring business district, a curious sight greeted the runners.
This lonely right foot of a pair was left sitting on the bridge's center divider. In my head, speculations ran wild, from humorous ones to incredibly morbid possibilities (the morbid part, because of the huge gash on the shoe's toe box).
Unfortunately, there is no way to know, unless I contact the government contractor. Which isn't happening. My curiosity is lazy.
No matter what the story is, you might as well say this shoe got booted off. (See what I did there? lol)
