[Me, innocently walking through a gas station somewhere in Kentucky]
Guy, about my age, looks at me as I exit the bathroom and head toward my car. I say hello and keep walking past.
Guy: “How’re you doing today?”
Me: “Fine, thanks.” Still walking.
Guy: “Hey! Hey! Oh, wait!”
I turn to face him. “What?”
Guy: “Your shoes are untied!”
I look down at my shoes – slip-on sandals with no laces.
Guy breaks into hysterical laughter.
Dammit.
Jillian Wyatt 