The saddest moment of the street fair

At about 11:30 AM, before the fair was anywhere near full blast, a woman with long curly blond hair sat down on the sidewalk across the street from us. She had on a tiny, shiny, red PVC outfit, fishnets, and knee high boots. She was crying. She started unlacing her boots and a gasp came from my co-workers. "If she takes those off she’s never gonna get ‘em back on!"

It was too early for that kind of pain but she was suffering. She sat on the curb rubbing her feet, still crying, and looking for her friend. We started discussing whether to offer her our cooler to stick her feet in, but as we were reaching consensus, her friend showed up and comforted her. Eventually she managed to dry her tears, get her feet back in to the boots, and with support, limped off to 11th Street.

Remember kids, don’t let this be you. Break in those fetish boots before you wear ‘em in public.

On the other hand, I found out who yelled "Cheese Whore!" at me from the moving car. It was LJ people after all: wookiepocket and cholthered But I’m sure it was wookiepocket’s idea.
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