For the past year and a half I have been at war. A long, arduous war waged between my sense of propriety, my sense of thrift and my desire. I wanted boots. I wanted supple leather cowboy style boots. Because while I am a barefoot hillbilly to the core, it gets really freaking cold in the winter and my sensibilities tell me to shod myself with something that can stand up to coldness and wetness.
But boots cost money. Money I'm trying to save. So I would covet from a distance, until today. Today I decided, "What the hell." I can afford it. I will use it. It will appear decently on me. And by god I like it.
So I bought some. I tried on 4 pairs and took a new pair home. After running my errands for the day, I settled in and pulled them on. I stood and stretched my toes. I wandered about my house breaking them in. I decided to do the few last chores of the day wearing them. I loaded up our bag of garbage and headed for the dump, not knowing what was waiting for me...
Upon arrival, I unloaded my car, hefted the bag in my hand and heard a splat. I looked down. Oozing down the side of my brand new boot was motor oil. I'd worn them for less than 10 minutes.
Tell me of your most recent or most memorable crushing disappointment. (Don't be a snark, I know this is comparably ridiculous.)