Pete StJoe
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It's cooling off here in SC, so the flip flops and sandals will soon go away for the winter, but there are still some pretty sights to see. Yesterday in Home Depot, I was on one knee in the paint aisles, looking for paint stripper on the bottom shelf. The shelf was almost empty, allowing me to see thru to the next aisle, where the paint brushes were. I heard the tell-tale slapslap of a flops on a girl's feet in the far aisle, and observed two pair of shapely, young female legs. Couldn't see their upper bodies, but their voices indicated they were early-20-ish, and their shorts revealed nice legs. The girl in the lead wore a pair of Sketcher flats; the following girl sported the flip flops on a set of very pretty feet. I couldn't see exactly what they were up to, but the conversation, as close as I recall it, went like this:
"How 'bout this one?"
"That one costs too much. Hand me that one."
"This one?"
"The one next to it. That one."
"It's kinda stiff."
"It needs to be a little stiff, but not too stiff."
"It says 'natural britles.' "
(giggles) "Let's see!" The girl with the FFs slid her right foot out of it's flop and propped her ankle on her left knee, the sole of her foot up, toes flexed. She then stroked the brush up her arch a couple of times, to the accompaniment of another giggle and curling toes. "This one's good!" she proclaimed, shoving her toes back in the flop. They disappeared, still gigglingh, up the aisle. When I got up to the check out, I scanned all the ladies in sight but saw none that matched the legs and feet I had seen on the Paint Dept.
I'd give anything to know WTF that was all about.
"How 'bout this one?"
"That one costs too much. Hand me that one."
"This one?"
"The one next to it. That one."
"It's kinda stiff."
"It needs to be a little stiff, but not too stiff."
"It says 'natural britles.' "
(giggles) "Let's see!" The girl with the FFs slid her right foot out of it's flop and propped her ankle on her left knee, the sole of her foot up, toes flexed. She then stroked the brush up her arch a couple of times, to the accompaniment of another giggle and curling toes. "This one's good!" she proclaimed, shoving her toes back in the flop. They disappeared, still gigglingh, up the aisle. When I got up to the check out, I scanned all the ladies in sight but saw none that matched the legs and feet I had seen on the Paint Dept.
I'd give anything to know WTF that was all about.
