Vanity Knows No Bounds

I was dining at the bar in , where the food, conversation, and sights are always terrific. I noticed a woman approaching the main door from outside with a peculiar gait. As she entered with her escort, I saw she was on crutches, but that didn't explain her odd walk.

The right foot was bandaged and held off the ground, apparently a sprain or recuperating break of some kind. The left was planted in a four-inch, peektoe stiletto. One shoe, one high heel, teetering with the help of crutches.

The bartender advised me, "Not just any heel, but what looks like a Louis Vuitton." 

I'm wondering if there's a shoe cooperative someplace, which provided the right shoe for a woman of the same size with the opposite leg incapacitated. Or, can you buy just one designer shoe? 

What next? Just carry the designer heels around your neck as a status symbol at the gym?