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I drove 1.5 hours from Virginia to Maryland for work one day — a typical commute in the greater DC area.
When I was getting out of the car, I realized that I had no shoes on. I like to walk and drive with bare feet, and usually I have a pair of shoes in the car. But that day, I couldn’t find any shoes in the car.
I was working as a psychotherapist in a psychiatrist clinic and my first patient appointment was about to start. I had no choice but walked in to the packed waiting room. I pretended all was normal and called my first appointment patient’s name. I smiled and shook hands with her and led her to my office.
Throughout the whole day I talked with my patients, and walked around the office barefoot. My heart pounded nervously, but I gave no visible signs that I was utterly embarrassed. I acted as if all was normal and no one, not even my coworkers mentioned a word about me not having shoes on the whole day.
‘I had no shoes on’