The new boot is broken.

It seems I've improved on my boot destruction technique, because it only took me 3 days to break this one. I think I even did a better job of it, too. It's not cracked, but I have no idea how it hasn't yet.

Here's the damage:


That bit on the right was pretty much straight this morning. And at about lunch time when I gave it another check. Yes, I'm a bit obsessive compulsive about the boot, but I think it's to be expected after the last one.

Here's a closer shot:


I have no idea whatsoever how that happened. It's almost folded over on itself. That's not even the direction I'd imagine the force of my weight going.

So I have to rearrange my day again tomorrow to go back to them.... again. With maybe 6 weeks still to go in the boot I hope...HOPE... that this will be the last time I have to go back to them. Good thing they weren't open when I noticed the bend - I was furious!

Well, at first I was speechless. I didn't even tell Em - I just held out the foot and pointed at it in stunned silence. This was at the bottom of the stairs, so after I'd climbed the stairs at a frustrating pace (back to 1 step at a time to avoid using the boot at all) I took the boot off to give it a closer inspection and almost threw it. As if it's not been enough of an inconvenience the last few weeks, this is making it a complete pain in the ass. What else is the boot for if not for walking on?

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