the walk of ...

I was doing my normal morning commute when I caught up to this woman dressed like she was coming home from a party in a frilly black skirt with pink lace at the hem and matching pink jacket.


The thought crossed my mind that she could be doing the very inappropriately named Walk of Shame. Looking as hot she did at 8 am that morning, I'd say she was doing the Walk of Shamelessness (because wouldn't one want to be boastful at these moments?), as she sauntered along on the sidewalk, bicycle in one hand, perhaps recounting the memories from the previous night's adventures.