Violators will be toe-d
As I stepped down from the house into the dark garage, I narrowly missed face-planting due to a pair of shoes in my way. I wasn’t hurt. But I was annoyed. Hadn’t I asked my husband to quit putting his shoes there? Wasn’t there a bin nearby and safely out of the pathway, specifically for shoes? I had even warned him—only partially in jest—that if I ever broke…