I was in the Target parking lot walking to my car yesterday and I got a pain in my left foot. It stopped me in my tracks, but then I just got in my car and left.
Fast forward to this morning, when I'm driving to Maddy's cheerleading thing with my sister. "My foot hurts" I said. Later I took off my shoe and looked inside. There was a little hole in my shoe where my foot hurt. Hmm. I felt my sock, nothing in my sock. Nothing in my shoe. But it still hurt. I took my sock off and I had a hole in my foot. Hmm. My sister looks at my foot, looks at my shoe, turns it over and find a rusty nail poking through the sole of my sneaker exactly where I'm experiencing pain. And there's blood in my shoe around the hole that the nail made. What a coincidence!!!
I've apparently been walking around with a sharp nail poking through my shoe, continually poking me with each step I took.
I'm an idiot.