Back in 1994, I worked in Boston as a mailroom clerk for a large finacial company. As a 20 year old who had a closet "thing" for heels, I was just starting to get out (working in Boston helped) and buy some "stuff".
Well, I was working 2nd shift then (3-11:30PM), and my shcedule would be such that I would do my last mail pick-up run to another bulding (about 3 blocks from the mailroom) at 10:45, get back to the mailroom about 11:20...sort through the mail really fast, leave, catch the subway and get to my train about 11:50 in time for the 11:59PM train to my hometown (last of the night)...
About a month after starting that shift, while doing the last run on the 41rst floor (I'd have to pick-up mail from the 41rst, 42nd, and 44th floors), I noticed a pair of GORGEOUS 3 3/4" stiletto sling-backs in a cubicle on my route. It was obvious the lady who worked there wore her sneakers in and shoes while there. Well, luck would have it she wore size 10....my size!
Obviously, late at night (very rare to have anyone there), I HAD to try them on...beautiful fit! Little test walk...awsome!
Next day, my plan was hatched to wear stockings under my uniform (black slacks with navy blue collared shirt...went well with black stockings and these sling-backs!). So arrived, slipped off my ugly shoes...slipped on her sling-backs, and went about my route. What a feeling!!
Over the next couple weeks, I did this 2-3 days per week, and always enjoyed it immensely! One time, I almost got back too late as time went by a little too fast...
So, this random day comes, and I, as usual, slip off my shoes and leave them near the guard station at the elevator bay, walk just around the corner to her cubicle, and slipped on her shoes. No sweat. Did the 41rst floor, no probs, until I got back to the elevator to go do the other floors from the back way and the cleaning crew were in the lobby!!
Panic! Run back the way I came! I was a very shy 20 yr old then, wearing nice high heels...but there I was, cringing and anxiously waiting for the cleaning crew to leave before I had a heart attack!
They did leave, but I had no time to change back, as I was now running late. Did the other floors as fast as possible in stilettos, got back to the 41rst floor to change back to leave...and the cleaning crew took my old shoes!!!!!
Oh MY GOD!! Now what?? So, I ran around, panicking, looking (hoping) for some guy to have left some pair of loafers or something in their cube. NO luck! 11:35PM comes...I HAVE to leave wearing these shoes!! I am ready to cry...
Of course, in the lobby were polished granite floors...and I had to walk by the guards on the way out...then 3 blocks along the busy shopping area...then up the elevator to drop off (left it next to the elevator in panic) my mail (unsorted)...and with my head down, click-clicked through the street to JUST make my subway....packed with Celtic fans!
Horror. The worst part was walking through North Station (Boston Garden) with hundreds of Celt fans just getting out of the game. The occasional whistle, "hey babe" comments from drunks...etc....
I just made the 11:59PM train. Cowarded in the corner of the furthest car, I still had all kinds of people (it seemd at the time) staring at my feet....
Cab ride home was fun. Talk about shocking yourself into going out in public (that was my first time..and last for a while!).
Of course those sling-backs became a nice part of my collection. Occasional midnight walks around town with them...
I would, however, have loved to see the lady's face when she came into work the next day!
True story.