I was in the Supermarket this afternoon picking up a few supplies to get me through the coming weekend (Kite Festival!) I had just come from the beach, where I had gone to unwind with a kite after a very hot day at work. The temperature was still around 30°celsius and definately NOT shoes and socks weather. The reason I mention shoes and socks is, a strange thing happened beside the cereal isle. A particularly good looking, mid-twenties, long-legged, Maori girl gave me a glance, looked me up and down then in the eye, and said "You should definitely wear shoes in the supermarket.", in a very 'matter-of-fact' tone, then carried on walking, with her friend jabbing her in the ribs. A complete stranger.
I looked down... I was indeed in bare feet! Shock! Horror! Had I broken some unwritten rule of the supermarket, or even worse, of soceity? Was she just playing with my mind? My eyes began to dart around at evenone elses feet. Lots of sandles and jandles, slip-ons, some sport shoes, but no one else was in bare feet. Maybe she was checking me out, we did make slightly-longer-than-normal eye contact, and by not wearing shoes I failed to meet her standards? Maybe it was some weird pickup line and I should have had a witty retort? (or maybe I'm hopeful?) More likely scenario... in her eyes I had committed a heinous fashion crime, and she felt compelled to help me with some timely fashion advice. Whatever, it weirded me out and made me concious of my bare feet all the way back to the car. strange.
7:04:59 PM 
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