to look for a part for my birdfeeder.

Then she sees me.

Welder Wendy hurries over to help me, and as usual, is *more* than happy to help me locate what I need. I head over the section where she suggests I will find the right part and as I'm walking, I whip around to ask her something and she's checking me out!

Maybe it's my shoes. Hopefully it's my shoes. What else could it be?