It was a queer sensation, looking under my left foot and seeing a rusty nail sticking out from it today. I didn't know whether it was really painful, or that I was just imagining the pain. Nor did I know whether I should've let it stay in there longer because you know, it's not everyday that you get a nail through your foot and I just wanted to observe it a little longer.
But eventually I pulled it out. By the time I got to the beach two hours later, I'd completely disregarded the injury and was prancing around in the sand like a pony. I figured that the saltwater was probably beneficial to the healing process so what the heck.
Anyway, finally after 20 years of wearing shoes and not wearing shoes, I've finally stepped on a nail!
But eventually I pulled it out. By the time I got to the beach two hours later, I'd completely disregarded the injury and was prancing around in the sand like a pony. I figured that the saltwater was probably beneficial to the healing process so what the heck.
Anyway, finally after 20 years of wearing shoes and not wearing shoes, I've finally stepped on a nail!
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