It has finally happened. On my very last day, practically my very last hour on this office job, I saw heels. This company bought a rundown building several years ago, and has been renovating it piece by piece. The last to be done is the basement, which is where I am (was) working. There is one functional conference room in the basement at this time, and that's when I heard this "clop, clop, clop" coming down the stairs, presumably to attend a meeting in this conference room.
I don't know if it's just us shoe guys, but it is a reflex that is almost impossible to resist for me, when I hear certain sounds, I almost have to stop what I'm doing and see who or what is making that sound. Unfortunately for me, I didn't resist it, because when I turned around to look at who was making the sound, the woman looked me straight in the eye. I nodded and said a soft, "hello," and immediately turned back around to what I was doing (preparing for a wire pull in the hallway). I was cussing myself for not resisting my reflex, thinking, "There is no way I can now look again to see what kind of shoes she is wearing."
I did sneak a half-second peak as she was walking away, long enough to see that she was wearing chunky wooden-heeled sandals that were much like something I wear all the time, only maybe a little clunkier. I estimate the heel height at 4 1/2 inches with a 1 inch platform. Had a crime been committed and I were called as a witness, the only thing I can say for sure is, "Tan sandals, broad straps with brass studs, wooden heels and platform." Oh, and the fact that she was wearing pants for sure, because I'm not 100% sure whether the sandals were mules or not. I don't think they were.