“Your shoelaces,” she warns.
I had sensed the presence of a figure in front of me as I walked down the street. Noticing that one of my laces was trailing slightly onto the pavement, she had come over to help out.
I thank her and tuck the lace into my shoe. Then, 10 minutes later, it happens again, with another stranger pointing out a lace trailing from my other foot.
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