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CubicleDweller - > Diary of a Corporate Slave -> Van Winkle and the Office Fashion Police
Van Winkle and the Office Fashion Police

This morning I woke up a bit congested and out of a very deep medicated sleep.  I drifted through my morning routine in a fog and eventually was stepping out of the elevator onto my floor.  A woman walked in front of me, and due to the fact that I typically look at the floor as I walk I first noticed her shoes – fuck me boots.  I’m talking “these boots are made for walking” black leather healed boots up to her knees.

 

I quickly surveyed this hot mess, working my way up from her shoes to the swirly little short peasant dress she was wearing, had I slept my way to Halloween?  “Geez, I need to lay off the allergy medication”, I shook my head and blinked my eyes several times as I watched her rear end move down the hall.  Granted she looked pretty hot, what with her dark hair falling in gentle waves over her shoulders … but still – she looked a bit like this girl I knew who once concocted a similar number for a “Communist Christmas” Party where she claimed to be “Hanoi Jane”.  As I rounded the corner and took in everyone else dressed in the usual office attire I was assured that I hadn’t pulled a Van Winkle and someone just needed to call the office fashion police.
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posted by CubicleDweller on Friday, September 21, 2007 at 10:23 AM
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posted by twinkie on Sep 21, 2007 at 10:39 AM
somebody needs to invent "fuck OFF" boots. I would soooooo wear them.
posted by zero on Sep 22, 2007 at 10:41 AM
haha, these boots were made for walking boots.....ha!

i remember people tripping hard core at work when i showed up in chucks and jeans...granted it was a friday
posted by an1ok1joe on Sep 24, 2007 at 09:02 PM
Ha hahah My ex wife used to call them bitch boots. haha
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