It's just one of those things that you know is stupid at the time, but you do anyway. Yesterday, here in NYC, it snowed. Not that big a deal really, snows all the time, but it caught me by surprise and I didn't have appropriate shoes with me to get home from work. I had my little dance slipper style shoes, and no socks. What a dumb thing to do. So I got back to Staten Island with cold feet and discovered that not only would no taxi driver attempt to get up the hill near my house, but the bus that makes a run close to my house wasn't going to try it either. Eek. So I got dropped off 4 blocks away from my house and slogged up the hill, wearing my gloves on my feet to protect them a little, through about 3 inches of snow. By the time I got home the feeling was almost gone, yes, frostbite my friends.
Anyway, my fiance was really mad at me for not calling him as he was home, but I didn't even think about having him walk down with boots for me, it never even crossed my mind. It's just one of those things. My feet hurt.