Elephant stepped on my foot Last night I went to a brewery with my husband and daughter to drink a little and listen to live music.  We had fun despite the fact that most of the other patrons in the bar were both 10-15 years younger than we are (mainly college kids), and outweighed us by at least 100 pounds. At one point I went up to the bar to refresh and I found myself standing in line behind what appeared to be a dumpster full of rancid mayonnaise,  i wasn’t paying too much attention and was watching my child play with her friend across the room when I felt intense pain in my left foot.  This thing ahead of me had stepped on my sneaker (practical footwear FTW) with its high heel (how these things don’t break their ankles everyday is beyond me).  It hurt SO bad that it left me stunned.  The monster turned around ‘tee heed’and said in that stupid baby voice they do that it was sorry.  I was a little buzzed by now and thought the damage was minimal so I let it go and carried on with my night. But now, fellow shitlords, it’s 5:30 AM and my foot is throbbing and so uncomfortable.  I think this calorie rapist broke my foot or something.  I was planning on getting up and taking a long run in an hour or two but I think that might not happen due to the selfishness and a lifetime of terrible choices from the sow in front of me last night.  I’m so mad right now! Thanks for letting me vent.  Gonna go ice it, take Alieve, and hope for the best.