“Hey! Taxi.” I flailed my arms, running after the yellow cab.
He merged into the traffic, and I returned to the curb, limping. A heel of one of my shoes got stuck in a grate a few blocks back, and now it lies sideways under my weight. Frustrated, I bent and yanked the offending shoe off my left foot. With an uneven gait, I cussed my luck every other hobble.