Do you remember the “Walk of Shame?”  I don’t remember actually doing this (or at least I”m not going to admit to it at this point), but basically it is the awkward feeling of walking back to your house/car the next morning after spending the night somewhere other than your own house.  And, because you weren’t actually planning not to go home, you are forced to walk in the daylight wearing clothes that are obviously “going out” clothes from the night before.

So, as a married lady with 2 kids, this really isn’t a part of my vocabulary anymore.  Today, however, while driving my son to the doctor, I saw a woman doing the grown-up walk of shame.  She was dressed professionally, including heels, walking down a commercial street carrying the “oh you ran out of gas” bright red plastic gas can.

I felt bad for her and if I didn’t see that her car was not far off, I would have stopped.  Thankfully that has never happened to me, but if it ever does happen, I bet it feels a lot like the old walk of shame (I mean if I knew what that felt like! )