The story so far:
Oh my God, I feel like I'm going to puke! There is that creepy foot guy again.
My plan has apparantly backfired, if anything he seems to be more interested in my new attire than my in need of a pedicure toes.
I slink aroung the corner into the gift card department. I pretend to be absorbed in choosing a card for "boy, birthday" but watch him over the top of the card.
His eyes have not left my army issue browns.
Okay, you want to play? I think slyly. I drop the card and bend down,my mumu billowing out aroung me in a most unflattering manner. I look him directly in the eye and unlace my boot as unseductively as possible.
I can see he is hooked.
I relace them even more unseductively than before. I look at him again,smile, and clomp my way to the exit with the grace of a moose.
As I glance back his eyes are glaed over, somewhere in la-la land.