This isn't mine, but my husband's story.
We were in FL for a short vaction back in 1987, when he called home for messages and found he had an interview scheduled for a company he really wanted to work for. We decided to spend our last day at the beach getting some color. He laid on a raft in the Gulf for hours, but forgot to put sunblock on his feet and ankles. To make a long story short, he ended up with sun poisoning and his feet looked like Fred Flintstone's they were so swollen. He also had blisters the size of eggs. They wouldn't let him on the plane at first because he couldn't get shoes on, and the airline had to eventually get him on the plane in a wheelchair.
His interview was scheduled for the next morning, but he still couldn't get shoes on. My sister came up with the brilliant idea of getting him some old man Velcro sandals to wear with his suit and dark socks. The only ones we could find had a big white stripe around them. We colored the stripe in with black marker, and hoped for the best. Then I drove him to the interview (he couldn't drive at all) and I sat in the car and waited for him. He also had to use my grandfather's old cane to help him walk, by the way. So he shuffles across the parking lot in these sandals and his suit, along with the cane. All of a sudden it started to rain. As he shuffled into the building he noticed he was leaving a black puddle all along their carpeting. Apparently, we should have used permanent marker on that white stripe! Well, he sat down for the interview, and I can't even imagine what these people were thinking! About an hour later I had dozed off in the car, and someone was banging on the window to wake me up. It was the owner of the company asking me if I would like to join them for dinner so they could talk to DH further. Well, I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, with no makeup on and my hair was a mess. To make matters worse, my face was really peeling from a sunburn. I had no choice to go, and boy did I feel out of place! It was a fairly nice restaurant, and all the other people I was with had suits on. We had been sitting for a long time, when DH needed to go to the restroom. He stood up and his feet gave out because he had been sitting so long. He started swirling around and the cane he was holding started flailing all over. He looked like a drunken sailor! I just wanted to crawl under the table! (I'm sure DH did too!) I couldn't wait for that evening to be over!
In any case, he was offered the job, and he is still there till this day. Years later at a Christmas party I was talking to the owner's wife and she said her husband came home that night and told her that story and they were hysterical! His boss then said to me that they had seen him shuffle across the parking lot with that cane and didn't know WHAT to think. At first they thought he was handicapped, because my doofus husband never told them what was going on!! Oh well, it has made a good story over the years.