I'm reminded of this today because I'm wearing the sexy new work boots L got me for Christmas. Each shoe features a short zipper on the interior side, which have a tendency to make a soft, yet audible clicking sound when I walk, when the zipper pulls hit the exposed zipper teeth.
Execising just a teeny stretch of the imagination makes this noise into a clinking sound, one clink for every step I take.
As a result, I've had a natural instinct this morning when I walk to slow down my pace, bow my legs a bit, relax my hips, flex my knee just slightly more on every step, and even cock my head slightly to the side and feel like I should be wearing a hat.
Clink. Clink. Clink.
Just a few minutes ago, as I ambled back from the printer, I said "Howdy" to one of my bosses, successfully fighting the urge to follow up the salutation with "partner," even though, in fact, that's what he is.