Just when I thought I knew everything about him...

Phil came home and told me he'd gone shoe shopping the other day. With a male coworker. For stilettos.






I'm not kidding.







They were testing some flooring products at work and decided to check durability when put to the stiletto test. What's an engineer (in touch with his sensitive side) to do? Go buy stilettos, of course.




Where?



ShopKo. Rich remembered that his wife mentioned a shoe sale going on at ShopKo.






Picture this: two engineers going stiletto shopping. Can you wrap your mind around the idea? (Neither could I, frankly. I'm still in shock. Phil had me weeping with mirth as he told the story.)





I asked Phil, "Didn't you feel uncomfortable at all?"





"No. Not at all."

(That's my guy, I'm tellin' you. He's a total stud.)



When Phil and Rich first arrived, the aisle was empty. This didn't last long. All at once, a whole group of ladies descended on the very aisle that they were shopping in. The women never left. (Can you blame them? How often do you see something like this happening in Utah?)



I would pay good money to have heard their thoughts as they witnessed the conversation:


"Hey, Rich! These black ones look really sexy. Try them on!"

"Great. Do they come in pink?"


He slips them on over his white sports socks and takes a few steps. (Are you picturing this yet?)


"Oh, dang. They're just a little too small. Check for a bigger size, would ya Phil?"

"Got it."



At one point, the sales person came to check on them. (Again, I'd pay through the nose to know exactly what she was thinking.)



"Can I help you find something?"


"No, thanks. We're good."





Yeah, I bet they were.