1 Shoe and a Bit of Sparkly "oooohh"

Yesterday at work I found a shoe. Just 1 shoe, a Ralph Lauren gold strappy low heel sandal that appeared to be about a size 8 1/2. As far as shoes go, it really was not very outstanding but I had to wonder...where was the other shoe? Where was the shoe wearer?
It sat alone on a chair. Nearby on the floor was a white plastic bag.
As I tidied up the room before exiting it for my next assignment I thought about what a party the wedding reception must have been in that room the night before that would result in losing or forgetting certain articles worn to but not from the party.
What could possibly be the circumstances under which one might lose a shoe?
Giving the benefit of doubt I thought of logical unassuming explanations, perhaps after a night of dancing tired feet kicked off those shoes and at the end the wearer had their hands full of wedding favors and shoes and dropped it unaware.
Then there was the assuming explanation that had to be considered, perhaps a few too many adult beverages had been too much enjoyed leaving the too tipsy beverage consumer to get herself back to her starting place with at least 1 bare foot but still, what then of the other shoe, one can only imagine!
And even the highly unlikely explanation that it was a 1 footed person who normally only wears 1 shoe and their 1 foot kicked off their 1 shoe not really caring to take it back home at the end of the night, secretly hoping that someone like me would find it and wonder.
And last but not least, Cinderella was a guest at this party too.
I figured I'd take it up to the security office where one might be referred if looking for a lost shoe.
I picked it up and then bent to pick up the bag as well and could feel that there was some weight to it, I looked inside and saw a lovely bit of sparkly "oooohh". It was a rhinestone necklace. My immediate thought was "finders keepers losers weepers" conjunctively with "what kind of a lame loser would sell out their own integrity for a cheap glass, imitation diamond necklace?"!
I took it along with the shoe to the security office upstairs as I thought about how little it takes to cause me to sell out, or at least have the thought come to mind. It's really disappointing to clearly see my own true colors and find they are far less lustrous than I'm often able to convince myself they are. Sitting loftily up there on the pedestal I like to think I deserve to be on makes it a lot harder to see all the way down to where the bottom dwellers feed on the cheap low valueless sludge of self indulgence.
I voluntarily stepped down from the pedestal. I clearly saw that my thoughts concerning the improprieties of the 1 shoe'd person were out of line and uncalled for.
I clearly saw that my own thoughts were easily captivated by an imitation that would have soon proven to be nothing more than a momentary cheap thrill.
I threw a dust cover over the pedestal and as I walked away looked back at it with disgust.
I know I don't belong there it's just where I think I ought to be.
I'll probably go back to it, take the cover off and climb back up on it real soon. If I didn't think so I wouldn't have bothered covering it up to keep the dust off of it.
What if it had been a real diamond necklace? What if it had been 2 shoes, in my size?
I shutter to think.

P.J.

Galatians 6:3 If anyone thinks himself to be something, when he is nothing, he deceives himself.

I Corinthians 10:12 Therefore let him who thinks he stands take heed lest he fall.