It was a sunny beach day and Sandra was dressed to kill—not with attitude, but with heels. Her newest fashion gamble? A pair of bright yellow stilettos designed like cartoonish shark mouths, complete with glinting teeth and googly eyes that wobbled when she walked. She looked like she was either about to strut the catwalk… or host a very unhinged children’s show.
The beach, however, had other plans.
With each dramatic step, her killer heels sunk into the sand like they were trying to escape. Sandra staggered forward, determined to turn heads—but mostly she turned ankles. A seagull squawked overhead, either in awe or concern. Beachgoers watched with a mix of admiration and confusion. One toddler clutched his mother and whispered, “Mommy, why does the lady have fish on her feet?”
But then, chaos struck.
A man, sprinting from an incoming wave like a caffeine-charged crab, tripped and fell face-first right at Sandra’s feet. When he looked up, he was met with the full, open-mouthed glare of her “shark shoes.”
“A SAND SHARK!” he screamed, launching himself backward into a group of sunbathers. Panic spread. Children grabbed plastic shovels, parents pulled out phones, someone threw a sandwich for protection.
Sandra tried to explain, but it was too late. Her fashion statement had become a beach-wide emergency drill.
Maybe next time, she’d just wear flip-flops.
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