glass slippers and prince charmings

I lost my very own version of a glass slipper this afternoon, and it was exactly the same, but different. I wasn't at a ball, that much is pretty obvious to anyone who actually knows me, and I didn't have a real glass slipper. Instead, I was at a nursery, looking for a certain tree, and in my rush to find one before midnight, I mean before winter strikes and all the leaves fall off, I lost my pretty brown flip flop. One survived relatively unharmed, but the other one was lost in some very fertilized ankle deep mud. Luckily for me this girls modern day fairy tale doesn't end there... My prince of the day, a kind elderly man found my delicate shoe, rescued me from the smelly situation, used his drinking water to rinse my ankles and sandals and then proceeded to lead me through the rows of trees, around the dangerously muddy areas, to the red leaved tree of my dreams-Some people have balls, glass slippers and charming young bachelor's, I for the most part have outdoor tree farms, practical flip flops and kind hearted older men-which I am content with.