Shoe - right ; Dress - wood
2003-12-15 4:02 p.m.

He sat down in the chair across from me. The desk was the only thing saving me from suffocation from his toxic ciggarette-coffee breath. A pair of 80's like eye glasses balanced on the tip of his giant nose. Below his nose hung a salt and pepper moustache tainted with yellow from years of nose condensation. His heavy russian accent interested me.

Then he asked me to do something... Say the letters that rhyme with "Thee"? Oh, whoops he said three. It all makes so much sense now.