I had a strange morning yesterday and today. I purchased a pair of high heels the other day, and left them in the car overnight (wife and I are in a DADT relationship). I dressed up yesterday morning in jeans and tee and decided to go get my new shoes. I was about to the car when my neighbors dog spotted me and came after me. A huge Pomeranian that is nasty mean and barks loudly and incessantly at anything that moves. Scared the crap out of me. I took off running back into the house as the neighbor chased his dog across our two yards, the whole time the dog was barking and snarling at me as I ran like a girl (???) into the house. What, if anything, he saw I have yet to learn.
So this morning I managed to get my high heels and wore them to work (I change into drab shoes once I get there). I stopped to get some gas and chose the pump furthest from the guy that works the station so he wouldn't notice my 4 inch heels. I get out of the car, go to the pump, turn around and the guy is standing there not five feet away.
Nothing to do, no where to go, so I swallowed hard and acted as if it was the most natural thing in the world. We chatted the whole while, him taking occasional glances at my feet. I finished pumping, got in the car and drove off. He never mentioned my shoes and I felt glorious afterward.