I had some extra free time this morning so I thought perhaps..

I had some extra free time this morning so I thought perhaps I would tell a story from my history as a footgirl! One Summer, I had a little job washing big trucks. Think the Semi's you see pulling freight. Most of the time I had used a pressure washer to get all the dust off. On some occasions I would have to wash a smaller vehicle, these would require no more than a traditional garden hose and some soap. To set the scene a bit. All employees wore a uniform with steel-toe boots. You can imagine how terribly sweaty my feet would get on a hot summer day, on the top of a big hill, moving all around these big trucks. On some occasions when the Boss wasn't there, I would wear regular flip flops to wash the smaller vehicles. I would also sometimes sit in the passenger side of the big trucks and let the garden hose water run down my legs to my bare feet. They would get so hot; I'm not even trying to be sexy with this part. It was just uncomfortable! I had begun to notice one of the other temp employees like myself had walked by a few times more than normal on a particularly hot day. Being the curious Footgirl I am, I couldn't help but wonder if he had been trying to get more peeks at my bare feet? I also don't like to assume anyone that looks at my feet is a Foot Fetishist. Even still I can't help myself if I have a feeling, you might like my feet. I decided that for the remainder of the day I would wash exclusively smaller vehicles so I would wear my treasured, worn to hell, black flip flops. This pair had been worn after morning runs for a couple of years already. Now used for my wet sweaty work feet to slip around in! I changed my pace a little bit to allow for my flip flops to be off, my soles showing, as often as possible. Sure enough, he returned quite a few more times. Even complimenting my work! The feeling in my stomach that I may be correct only grows at this point. I decide that more investigation needs to be done. Unfortunately, not getting the chance to confirm that particular day. A few weeks pass before another chance presents itself. But that's a story for another day. This old girl has run out of time. Tell me though, if you were in his position how would you approach me, if at all? :)