[quote name='musicnoteless']I see you've seen Chris Rock
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_2e9pBuR-e8[/quote]
I haven't seen that act, either, and the clear heels were a dead giveaway to me, as well. (Combined with the bad boob job, that is.) In fact, my wife and a friend of ours just call them
stripper modeling shoes. The only people we've ever seen wearing them have been
strippers dancers.
By the way, did you know you can buy
stripping dancing poles that you can install in your home for a really good price?
For some reason, that reminds me of this one time back around 1998, I was working late in some small hick town doing a point-of-sale refresh (AKA running cat 5 cable and installing new cash registers) at a post office. I left about midnight and just befoire I got on the freeway towards home, I decided to fill my gas tank.
Inside the gas station, there were two cops, an older one and a younger one (about my age then - maybe slightly older), and the younger cop is chatting up the roughly 18 year old female cashier and the older one is close-by, getting coffee. The younger cop asks if she was working alone all night and when she was getting off. (IIRC correctly, she was working alone until 6am.)
I interrupted him and said, "Hey, that's not cool, officer. You shouldn't ask her those things when anyone can hear. You don't know me from Adam - how do you know I won't come back and rob the place now, thanks to you?" He just looked me up and down (it didn't help that I had long hair and my clothes were dirty from work) and the older cop busted out laughing at the younger cop.
I paid for my gas and as I'm pumping it, I'm thinking, "God, that was dumb - I should have just asked the cop to harrass me when I left, while I was at it." I saw the cops walk out and go to their car, so I decided to pre-emptively strike. I approached them and said, "Excuse me, but how do I get back on I-96 towards Detroit?" The older cop smirked and answered while the younger cop glared at me. I added, "I didn't see any speed limit signs around here, so what is the speed limit?" (I wasn't taking any chances on getting pulled over.) They told me as loing as I was going under 50, I was fine. (It didn't occur to me until later that those questions made it seem like I was plotting a post-robbery getaway. It was all I could think of off the top of my head to show that I was just trying to get the hell out of dodge.)
I got in my car, and pulled out and headed toward the freeway. Sure enough, they followed me all the way to the freeway. (I was kinda worried, because I was in the middle of nowhere, it was dark as hell and I had just admonished a cop.) Once they saw me hit the on-ramp, they stopped following (but I bet they kept tabs on that gas station the rest of the night).
I guess the moral of the story is, sometimes, if you have a good reason, it feels good to make a cop look like an idiot.