Pride Comes Before the Mall

I was about 15 and my parents and I stopped at a mall while traveling from one state to another. As usual when at the mall, I split from my parents to browse the mall myself. I was on my way to a bookstore when I noticed I was getting some noticable attention from other shoppers. I had on a new outfit, and had taken extra care with my appearance that day, so I figured I looked particularly good. I was enjoying the looks, so I made one more aimless lap around the mall in the hopes of enjoying more flattering stares. I finally ambled into the bookstore, and that is when I looked down to find the footlong stream of toilet paper trailing from my left shoe. I discreetly removed the strip, and resumed my shopping considerably humbled.