So, following on my adventures over the weekend (see "And out in public. Sort of." thread if you're curious)...
I was dressed in drab today except I was wearing pantyhose and some 3" pumps while driving. My intent was to drive close to home that way, change shoes, and then finish the rest of the drive home. I've got a slow leak in a tire, and I set a reminder to myself to check it this evening. Good thing I did, as (a) I'd forgotten and (b) it was down to 29 pounds. So, I drive up to the air pump, and hop out in my heels with my tire gauge. Brave for me; being out in public in my heels is only the 2nd time, the 1st being last week. But, nobody saw me, and nobody drove up behind me at the air pump. I check the pressure, fill it, check it again, cap off the tire and hop back in my car. I'm close enough to home that it doesn't make any sense to make an additional stop to change out of my heels and put on drab shoes. So, I pull off a bit, and start changing my shoes.
My daughter calls. She has no idea I'm a crossdresser, mind you. I answer, and she says "I see you're pumping air in the tire!" I MADLY spin around looking for her, all the while flinging off my heels and stuffing them in the bag I have for them (not thinking that it didn't matter since she'd obviously already seen me in the heels). I ask, "Where are you!?!?!?" She starts laughing and won't tell me, but finally relents. Our family all have an app that can track where we are. She'd looked me up and realized where I was and decided to have some fun with me. She was actually about five miles away.
Ok, I think I need a new heart now.