I was walking into the office this morning and through my reflection in the glass I noticed the threading on my right shoe was just beginning to come undone. And as I walked through the door the receptionist immediately asked me, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah." I said, "I just noticed that my shoe is falling apart, which sucks, because these are my favorite shoes!"
"No," she said, "I meant, I heard that your husband's aunt passed away the other day and I wanted to make sure you were okay."
"Oh! Yeah, I'm doing alright. Thanks for asking," I muttered, and scurried away to hide in my cubicle by my insensitive self.