Black Heels and an Unfortunate Descent

There I was—in a little black dress and tall black heels.

Walking down the steps of the Joseph Smith Memorial Building. Serene. Graceful. Elegant.

And then—a heel slid across the polished white marble.

The rollercoaster began. Down I tumbled, legs tangled, arms flailing. And I found myself still sliding down those sleek steps, on my back, wondering when the ride was going to stop.

Well it did—and there I was sprawled across the steps. It wasn’t terribly ungraceful; I mean if you have to slide down a bunch of stairs on your back, I probably did it pretty well. Right?

“Are you okay?” my friend said as she hurriedly tried to pick me up in time to prevent me from receiving further embarrassment as another person rounded the stairway.

I picked myself up and continued on the few stairs left. One of the docents of the building was sitting at the bottom, trying to ignore the fact that I just made a complete fool of myself and allow me to retain my dignity.

But there was no chance of that.

At least I learned something. Completely invaluable. Want to take the speedy route down the stairs? All you have to do is wear heels…