Ok, so I was doing a "good deed" for my sister and stopping at the dollar store on the way home from work to pick up some garage sale sticker labels for her...yeah...NEVER DOING THAT AGAIN!
Em is browsing the dollar store aisles looking for an impossibly small and obscure item. A large man approaches, who will now be know as "Creeper". She is wearing a summer dress and strappy black platform sandals.
Creeper: "Nice shoes"
Em: "Umm thanks." (thinking - hmm...gay maybe?)
Creeper: "What size feet do you have?"
Em: (becoming more disturbed and trying to increase the space between herself and the Creeper) "An 8 or 8.5 maybe."
Creeper: (displaying shocked surprise) "No way! They look way smaller!"
*Uncomfortable pause for Em...Creeper is seemingly unaffected*
Creeper: "Can I touch them? I used to be a physical therapist."
Em: (!!!!!!! Was that before or after you were arrested for molesting people's feet??? !!!!) "NO!"
*Em beats a hasty retreat from the Creeper and dollar store, never to return again*