Kelly and I were leaving Poison Girl after a couple of beers last night and I was telling her that we needed to walk slow because my shoes had rubbed blisters on my feet. Now, this guy (we’ll call him foot guy - FG for short) was sitting in a car hanging out the window and his friend was climbing into the driver’s seat and he says

FG: What about blisters?

Me: Oh, my shoes gave me blisters.

FG: Let me see your feet.

Me: (turns to show him my shoes)

FG: Tose are really nice. Party Shoes.

Me: Yeah, they’re for going out.

FG: Let me see the heel of em.

Me: (turns my foot to show him the heel)

FG: Those are really nice. (in a slow, thoughtful way)

AAAAAND Kelly and I scuttle off. Half a block away I was like

Me: Kelly, my feet just got hit on didn’t they?

Kelly: Yeaaah.

And we were both like EEEhhew.