On the flip side of female footwear I truly detest are the shoes that can light up my whole day.  Or more typically, night.  I’m talking about the kind of shoe that’s completely impractical, possibly hazardous to one’s health, yet positively irresistable to any warm blooded hetero-male in a three block radius. 

That’s right boys, the stripper heel.  The higher and more precarious the better.

Usually, these rare creatures can only be spotted at night, attached to crossed ankles inverted above a dimly lit stage.  But every so often, an unexpected DAYTIME appearance occurs.  An appearance that makes me happy enough to send a blast text out to everyone in my phone.  Like I did this morning. 

Now, before sharing the transcript, a bit of context; Denver is in the midst of recovering from a sloppy snowstorm that pelted our streets and sidewalks leaving a muddy, slowly melting mess in its morning commute destroying wake.

Imagine my surprise then, at the downtown bus station (grammar nazi’s beware; I am an adament opponent of T9 and use my own ’shortcuts’)

Unedited for your amusement;

One thing i love-random girl wearin strait up stripper shoes, apparently walkin2skool. with ice and slush everywhere, our heroine navig8s her terrain well”

Like a nature documentary.  For pervs.