I stopped at Sam’s tonight wearing a long sleeved white shirt, a rust suede skirt and black leather thigh boots with 5” stilettos. I was not wearing hose because I made the mistake of grabbing the wrong skirt this morning. I was after a longer red suede one and in my hurry, got a shorter rust one. I didn’t discover my error until I was changing my jeans for the skirt after work.
At Sam’s , still mindful to take small steps and keep my shoulders back, I walked in and was warmly greeted by the lady at the entrance, again, to the surprise of co-workers that were standing around her. I didn’t have a lot of time so I just selected the items I had on my list. I did notice a few ladies glance at me then down to my boots, but no one said anything. I know most of you really don’t believe me, but to everyone else in the store, I really am just another shopper. At the register, I got my favorite clerk and she didn’t mention anything, good or bad.
I headed out to the car with my items, one of which was a 50 lb. bag of potting soil, and the clerk in the lot who was collection carts, asked me if I needed help getting it into the car. I thanked him but declined his offer. I did, however, think is was kind of neat that this guy would offer to help another guy who was dressed in a skirt and thigh boots. The stereotypical image would be for the clerk to avoid talking to that weird guy at all costs. I was pleasantly surprised.
