Sandals

[Me, innocently walking through a gas station somewhere in Kentucky]

Guy, about my age, looks at me as I exit the bathroom and head toward my car. I say hello and keep walking past.

Guy: “How’re you doing today?”

Me: “Fine, thanks.” Still walking.

Guy: “Hey! Hey! Oh, wait!”

I turn to face him. “What?”

Guy: “Your shoes are untied!”

I look down at my shoes – slip-on sandals with no laces.

Guy breaks into hysterical laughter.

Dammit. 

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