052: MS. by Houston Llew

I was wandering through Neiman Marcus by the shoe department, and this lady’s shoe fell like this and I saw a “M” & a “S” (For Ms.)… As I was staring at the shoes when the associate helping her tapped me on the shoulder. I looked up and the poor woman was practically gasping at me; like I was some creep fulfilling a foot fetish…I thought about explaining myself, but instead just sincerely apologized as I left.