Feet

Yesterday at work I was sitting at my desk, quietly minding my own business imputing stuff into the gift recommendations, answering the phone, the usual. A client of our sales guy walks in. Usual stuff.

"Nice shoe" he says, pointing at a note pad holder in the shape of a shoe—gee, wonder what something like that is doing on my desk.

"Thanks, I have a shoe fetish," I tell him. Things are going swimming up to this point.

"Cool. I have a foot fetish myself." He responds. Oh. My. God. I'm at work here! Cute, okay, attractive. And a foot fetish. Perfect opening line. Except I was at work. Swell. Hope he does lots of advertising! And needs to come in to office.