A few years ago I was coming back to West Texas from the East Coast. We has a flight delay and I barely made my connection at DFW. I made it but my checked luggage didn’t. They told me that it would be on the first flight the next morning and they would have it delivered to me.
The next morning the guy called me to get directions to my house, and I decided to meet him outside.
He got out of the minivan; a guy, with a full beard and a typical man’s haircut.
He was wearing a brightly colored floral sundress and high-heeled sandals.
My first thought was, nobody’s going to believe this.
He didn’t crack a smile. I didn’t know what to say. So I just said thank you!
He didn’t walk like he was accustomed to wear high heels or dresses. I decided that most likely he lost some kind of bet.
Well, it wasn’t me.
And so long as the outfit wasn’t yours...