Jurassic Park

I met up with Jonathan and some other folks tonight at the Scoot Inn for their second Sunday Sock Hop, a monthly event of dancing to some fun 50's and 60's music. As we were leaving, a girl about five times my size in heals stepped on one of my toes for what felt like a good five minutes until she realized it. All I saw was a sea of blue dress in front of me while yelling, "holy f*ck!" On the way home with my bleeding toe I texted Jonathan,

Me: Holy f! The pain in my toe is not getting any better!
Jonathan: Are you able to move it, etc.?
Me: Yes, it just feels like a dinosaur stepped on it.
Jonathan: Ha, ha! "I just wanted to dance, not go to Jurassic Park!"