Different Strokes....

A little anecdote if you please:

I'm walking around, perusing the aisles of Rite-Aid with my friend AJ around 9 pm last night and after a while we both notice a rather imposing man looking our way. My friend and I exchange confused glances but continue on. Every now and then, the same man would appear again at the end of our aisle or we'd find his glance around a corner.

Finally, he disappears and we stop at the magazine racks for a minute. All of the sudden, out of the corner of my eye, I see this man meandering toward us. It's one of those moments you hold your breath, because you know the person is going to speak, but you can't imagine what they will say. I certainly didn't expect this.

He sidles up next to us, takes a nervous breath and says, "I don't mean to offend you, but I wanted to let you both know that you have really nice feet." We were both wearing sandals. "No, I mean really nice!" He starts to walk away, apologizing for his intrusion. By the time he gets to the end of the aisle, AJ and I are looking at each other, not knowing whether to laugh or call for security.

Before we can even complete a sentence, he's turned around and is making his way back towards us; "Now, I myself, being a man's man, would say my feet are at about a 6. Yours are a 9, even 10. I mean nice manly ...." OK, it's gets worse and I'll spare the fetish-filled monologue. I laughed after ever punctuation to ease the mood as AJ stood by, silent in awe.

He ended his rant with a loud, emotional grunt. He continued to grunt as he walked towards the door loud enough for the cashiers and customers to hear.

We left the store dumbfounded and approached the car. The same man got out of his car and shouted across the parking lot; "I hope I didn't offend you."

"No, not at all!" I replied and leaned over to AJ, "Get in the car and drive... NOW!"

Needless to say, that was the strangest compliment I'd ever received.