It was last Christmas. I was down, mad at the world, depressed, feeling sorry for myself, after just being dumped by my girlfriend. We had planned our Christmas together months before. Oh well!
I thought ok, I'll go tell, and let mom and dad see me as me. So, out the door I went carrying a bouquet of flowers. I arrived at the cemetery and I was the only one in this section, great. I got out of the car and started walking. When I stepped onto the grass I was quickly reminded that it had rained a couple days earlier. My four inch heels sunk to the soles with every step. Oh well there's no one around, I can make it. So, I had my little visit with my folks and left the bright cheery flowers and was feeling good about myself.
I was only maybe halfway back to the car when wouldn't you know. A car full of people pulled up right behind my car. I walked as delicately, and ladylike as I could which was nearly impossible. I was within a few feet of my car when I lost my balance and nearly fell on my face, but somehow caught myself. Finally found my keys and climbed in and took off.
All that time no one ever got out of the other car. They were probably way too busy laughing their asses off watching a 6' 2" guy in a skirt and heels trying to walk through the muddy grass!