6th Avenue Fashion Plate

I’m pretty sure a girl yelled “I love your sandals!” at me today.

I know, I know. What else is new? Clearly I’ve become quite accustomed to people showering me with compliments on the street.

Here’s how it went down. I was trying to cross 6th Ave. on my way to work and this girl who was wheeling her bike to the corner of the street idles right in front of me, forcing me to re-route my path to get around her. Naturally, I was annoyed. She apologized and I replied with a short, “It’s okay.” I began to cross the street when I distinctly heard her bellow “I love your sandals!” I was quite surprised, although they are pretty cute sandals – gold, strappy, in the gladiator family. Was this her attempt to apologize once more for cutting me off? Or was she really struck by the beauty of my footwear and just had to let me know? Now I’m trying to think of possible insults that might rhyme with the aforementioned compliment…