Foreign.
I’m cruising the aisle looking for some New Balance.
I make a wrong turn.
I’m a Chapstick kind of girl and I now find myself in the lipstick-chick aisle.
I don’t have a passport for this.
I don’t think I’m allowed in here.
I can’t even walk in pumps.
I feel a little out of place.
Six-inch heels … definitely foreign.