Oh! I do have a memory that involves crummy shoes, but it wasn't really the shoes' fault in this case.
I was a bridesmaid for a friend's wedding, and the groom's mother kindly paid for the bridal party to get manicures or pedicures. It was at a mall I hadn't been to before that has a large, open parking lot without many landmarks - just a series of long, un-numbered rows.
Well, I cannot keep polish on my fingers chip-free to save my life, so unwisely I opted for a pedicure - unwise only because I'd never had one before, and I have TERRIBLY ticklish feet, so the whole procedure (except for the part where they actually painted my nails) was really pretty excruciating. Being my first pedicure, I also hadn't got the memo that you were supposed to bring your own thong sandals to wear after the appointment, so they gave me a pair of those flimsy foam thong sandals to wear out to my car - which SHOULD have been fine.
So I leave the mall and start heading back to my car. And it's not there. I walk down the next row in the area where I thought I'd parked - still not there. It escalated to the point where I was walking up and down rows in these flimsy foam shoes pressing the "lock" button on my keypad in the hopes that my car would honk at me, and I was getting terribly lost and starting to wonder if my car had been stolen. And it was also one of those rare days where it was about 85 degrees. Well, after a few minutes of this, the flimsy temporary shoes ripped in half so I ended up walking around barefoot in the parking lot until I finally, FINALLY found my car. Needless to say, the pedicure was totally ruined by that point!