Careful where you point the finger

Well our camera has died and we have not had time to get a new one yet. So I thought I would share a funny memory I've been thinking about lately.
Back in my dance days at good old UVU (UVSC) then we had the beautiful studio, a full wall of windows to let in tons of natural light, gorgeous floors nice and smooth with no nicks to hurt bare feet. We were some what possessive and a little snooty about protecting that floor. It clearly stated "Barefoot Studio" and when we saw anyone in there with shoes we would escort them out and look for any damage. Well we started noticing these long red scuff marks, there was no indentation, but still... BAREFOOT STUDIO PEOPLE!!! Our company had come to the conclusion that some ballroom chick with red ballroom shoes was sneaking in with her shoes and leaving these red scuffs all over our beautiful floor. We were all determine to catch this chick and give her a piece of our mind. One day as we were beginning to assemble for practice my friend on the company BJ said "Guys! I know who the red shoe ballroom chick is!!!" We all looked at her expecting her to reveal a name and then she ran the top of her foot across the floor leaving a long red scuff mark. She was wearing red nail polish on her toes, so were half of the members of the company and our director as well... um to say the least we all felt foolish and childish. I just wonder if I have learned my lesson, or how many times have I blamed a made up culprit when the only person the finger needs to be pointed at is myself.