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This story actually took place a couple months ago, but someone reminded me of it recently so I thought I would share…

 It’s Sunday on a holiday weekend and because no one has work the next day a lot of people are out partying. Everyone’s dancing to the jukebox, sipping cocktails, and having a great time . One girl in particular catches my attention throughout the evening as she sways to the music in her ridiculously high stilettos, for two reasons. The first being that she’s barely wearing anything and that kind of skin exposure will make anyone look twice and the second is that she’s drinking like she just finished a twenty mile hike through death valley wearing those same stilettos.

The crowd starts to thin out as the time passes and pretty soon there are only about 10 people left so I start cleaning up. The trash needs to go out so I kick the door open and notice a man standing with his back towards me and one hand on the wall. I look closer and notice a tiny pair of familiar stilettos scrambling to get their owner to her feet. I feel blood rushing to my cheeks as the realization of what I just interrupted kicks in. I turn around and shut the door as quickly as possible, take a deep breath, and try to shake that image from my mind forever. (impossible) So I finish up a few things in the back before I poke my head outside to see if the coast is clear. It is. So I dump the trash and dash back inside before anyone else comes out.

I walk through the door to the front and time slowed (just like in the movies) I see dirty stiletto girl making out with a guy. A completely different guy than the one who previously occupied that same mouth just minutes before (except in a different and much dirtier way). This story is funnier than it seems because the guy she is kissing just so happens to be the same guy you back away from when he leans in to order a drink because you don’t want to catch whatever might jump off him. He takes home a different girl every weekend (without any scruples in the cleanliness of said women) and boasts about his “conquests” in a very descriptive way.  Blech! I don’t know who to feel bad for in this situation, stiletto girl maybe… she’s definitely got a round of antibiotics coming soon. No scruples guy possibly…because that’s just nasty.  Well, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

I feel like there’s a lesson somewhere in this story….

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