I was walking to a TRAX Station after work today, and something felt distinctly odd underfoot. I couldn't quite place it (I've been wrong about this before). When I got to the platform, I looked down, and -- lo and behold -- my shoe was broken!
When I got on the train, I stuck my finger through the hole to make sure it was really there.
|No, the train is not carpeted. I took a picture when I got home.|
Oh well. I guess I can take advantage of the fact that I live in a first-world country, and have enough money to replace them, and replace them.