December 07, 2004
He was your average, nondescript businessman, dressed in your normal, everyday grey suit with a tie. He had a briefcase and a cup of coffee, and appeared to be in a hurry to get to his car. One of his shoes had slid off the edge of the concrete, forcing him to pause to fiddle with it.
Women's purple suede flats with an extra pointy toe. I watched him as he walked away from me. He seemed comfortable in them, and I've got no problem with men wearing women's shoes. It just seemed so randomly odd to wear them with a professional looking suit.
I felt like I had glimpsed a quirky part of this man's life. No one else noticed his fancy shoes.
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