So I'm out on a 5 mile run in my bare feet, on my way back from the end of a culdesack, when I see an older gentleman that wants to say something. So I turn off my audio-book and the conversations goes something like this.
"What?"
"You are messing up those pretty legs!"
"I am?"
"Yes, you have lovely legs and then (points down at my bare feet) THOSE "
"I'm sorry you don't like my feet, I did paint my toe nails."
"Yes, and that looks good, but you are going to ruin those lovely legs ."
At this point I laughed and went on. Actually, I'm getting a complex because the only guys that try to interrupt my run to chat me up are my dad's age, LOL
"What?"
"You are messing up those pretty legs!"
"I am?"
"Yes, you have lovely legs and then (points down at my bare feet) THOSE "
"I'm sorry you don't like my feet, I did paint my toe nails."
"Yes, and that looks good, but you are going to ruin those lovely legs ."
At this point I laughed and went on. Actually, I'm getting a complex because the only guys that try to interrupt my run to chat me up are my dad's age, LOL