Latte Girl, recently back from a sabbatical to the wilds of Colombia, was taking a much-needed respite in sunny San Diego. She was resting with her pup, Hot Choco Dog, at a nice little coffee hut by the bay when, lo-and-behold, she spied a single stiletto bobbing in the waves. “Holy-Holstein, Hot Choco Dog,” she cried. “There is a single stiletto silently sloshing in the sea! You know what this means? It means that SOMEONE LOST THEIR SHOE. It is our duty to retrieve the shoe and return it to the rightful owner, Choco!” “Ruff,” Choco replied. Carefully setting her newly-trendy maté latte on the table, Latte Girl grabbed her coffee cuff. With her tall latte powers, she stretched to snatch the soon-to-be-sinking stiletto from the salty swell. “Ruff, ruff” barked Choco happily. Luckily, the owner had written her name and cell phone number on the inside of her shoe, just in case something like this ever happened. “Thanks, Latte Girl,” I’ve been searching for this shoe for some time.” “How did it end up in the drink, stiletto-lady?” “Well, that IS and interesting story. It all happened when….” (To be continued).
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